the corner there and down the alley, and it is awful cold. It sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay.” The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, “Well, I’ll tell you what to do, you go down the street to that big white house and knock on the door. When they come out of the door, just say, ‘John 3:16’ and they will let you in.” So the boy did. He walked up the steps to the door and knocked, and a lady answered. He looked up and said, “John 3:16.” The lady said, “Come on in.” She took him in, sat him down in a split-bottom rocker in front of a great big fi replace, and left. He sat there for a while and thought to himself, John 3:16—I don’t understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm. Later she came back and asked him, “Are you hungry?” He said, “Well, just a little. I haven’t eaten in a couple of days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food.” The lady took him into the kitchen and sat him down at a table full of wonderful food, and he ate and ate unti...
