Two friends stood in a large railway station and watched an express train with the most modern of engines go flying through. 'What a powerful engine!' remarked one of them to his friend, who was the Station-master of that station. 'Yes!' said the Station-master who was a Christian, 'On the rails. But off the rails it is the weakest thing in the world. And,' he added, 'how like the Christian! His power lies in communion with his Lord and Savior, but when he leaves the path of communion he is the weakest person in the world.'
(Phil. 4. 13) 200.
The story is told of a certain minister who was disturbed to see a shabby old man go into his church at noon every day and come out again after a few minutes. What could he be doing? He informed the caretaker and bade him question the old man. After all the place contained valuable furnishings.
`I go to pray,' the old man said in reply to the caretaker's questioning.
`Come, come now,' said the other, 'you are never long enough in the church to pray.'
`Well, you see,' the shabby old man went on, `I cannot pray a long prayer, but every day at twelve o'clock I just comes and says, "Jesus, it's Jim" and waits a minute and then comes away. It's just a little prayer, but I guess He hears me.'
When Jim was injured some time later and taken to hospital, he had a wonderful influence in the ward. Grumbling patients became cheerful and often the ward would ring with laughter.
`Well, Jim,' said the sister to him one day, `the men say you are responsible for this change in the ward. They say you are always happy.'
`Aye, sister, that I am. I can't help being happy. You see, it's my Visitor. Every day He makes me happy.'
`Your visitor?' The sister was puzzled. She always noticed that Jim's chair was empty on visiting days, for he was a lonely old man, with no relations. 'Your visitor? But when does he come?'
`Every day,' Jim replied, the light in his eyes growing brighter. 'Yes, every day at twelve o'clock He comes and stands at the foot of my bed. I see Him and He smiles and says, "Jim, it's Jesus".'—William Aitken
(Hos. 2. 14; Matt. 28. 20)
How good and pleasant is the sight
When brethren make it their delight
To dwell in blest accord;
The Lord commands His blessing there,
And they that walk in love shall share
In life that never ends.—Charles H. Gabriel
It is with Christians as with burning coals. If these are scattered
apart, one after the other they are easily extinquished; but, when
collected together, the fire of one preserves that of the other, and
the glowing coals often ignite others that lie near.—Francke
When he lay on his death-bed, the Rev. John Owen was asked whether he would have some of his friends sent to keep him company. He replied, "My fellowship is with the Father, and with his Son Jesus Christ; and he that is not satisfied with that company does not deserve it."—Anonymous