Charles Haddon Spurgeon, the prince of preachers, telling about his grandfather in one of his sermons, said: "He had a large family and a very small income, but he loved his Lord, and he would not have given up his preaching of the Gospel for anything, not even for an imperial crown. He has told me often how the Lord provided for him. He had a little farm to get his living upon it, and he had a cow which used to give milk for his many children, and one day when he came up to the cow it fell back with the staggers and died. Grandmother said, `James, how will God provide for the dear children now? What shall we do for milk?' `Mother,' he said, `God said He would provide, and I believe He could send us fifty cows if He pleased.'
"It so happened that on that day a number of gentlemen were meeting in London, persons whom he did not know, were sitting as a committee for the distribution of money to poor ministers, and they had given it to all who had asked for it. My grandfather had never asked for any; he liked to earn his own money. He did not send in any petition or appeal. Well, after the gentlemen had distributed to all who had asked there was five pounds over, and they were considering what they should do with this balance.
"'Well,' said one, `there is a Mr. Spurgeon down at Stambourne, in Essex, a poor minister. He stands in need of five pounds.' `Oh,' said another, 'don't send him five pounds. I will put five to it. I know him. He is a worthy man.' `No,' said another, 'don't send him ten pounds. I will give another five pounds if somebody else will put a fourth five to it.'
"The next morning came a letter to grandmother with ninepence to pay! Grandmother did not like to pay out ninepence for a letter, but there was twenty pounds in it; and as my grandfather opened it he said, 'Now, can't you trust God about an old cow?"'—Rev. James E. Naylor, in The Watchman-Examiner.
Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman told of a time when he had fallen into financial difficulties. He waited upon God for relief, and one day there came to his study a millionaire, who was a member of his congregation. He said, "Dr. Chapman, I believe that you are financially embarrassed. I will not tell you how the knowledge has come to me, but I ask you if it is true." Dr. Chapman bowed his head in quiet assent. The man continued, "I will not inquire the amount of your obligations, but I will ask if it would be a comfort to you to know that my fortune is behind you?" Dr. Chapman could not answer and his guest, drawing from his pocket a check book, handed it to him, saying, "The checks are signed, and you may fill in for what amount you need." Thus was abundantly answered the appeal of Dr. Chapman to his faithful God for deliverance. "Ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you."—Alliance Weekly.
There is in the State House at Albany a letter written by Abraham Lincoln granting pardon to a deserter. This is the way that letter reads:
"Executive Mansion, Washington, D. C., Oct. 4, 1864.
Upon condition that Roswell McIntyre of Co. E, Sixth Regiment of New York Cavalry, returns to his regiment and faithfully serves out his time, or until lawfully discharged, he is fully pardoned for any supposed desertion heretofore committed; this paper is his pass to his regiment.
Written across the side are these words:
"Quartermaster's office, N. Y. City, Oct. 22, 1864. Transportation furnished to Baltimore, Md.
Down at the left this note is scribbled: "Taken from the body of R. McIntyre at the battle of Five Forks, Va., 1865."
And so the quitter came back and died like a man, with his pardon on his person. And just so may all who have forsaken Christ and His cause return, be forgiven and recommissioned.—Gospel Herald.
A woman, after suffering many losses, went to a great doctor for sympathy. After being in his study for some time, she suddenly exclaimed, "I've got it! I've got it!" The surprised doctor immediately asked what she had got. Instead of answering directly she pointed to a text over the mantelpiece, on which were the words "THOU REMAINEST," and said, "I see now that no matter how much I lose, God remains, and He is all I need."—Gospel Gleaners.
A preaching band in China asked a very poor farmer to join them one spring in the work. `But I haven't planted my wheat yet," he said. Even as he was making his excuse a voice within his heart seemed to say, "Your wheat? Nay, your Heavenly Father's wheat." He went, although his heathen neighbors scoffed and said he was very foolish not to stay and plant his crops first. Instead his days were filled with planting the incorruptible Seed in the hearts of needy souls around him and he was happy. After a time, there were enough men on the team, so he could be released for a few days to return home and plant his wheat. His heart sank within him as he saw his neighbor's fields a lovely green with the sprouting wheat, and he hadn't even planted as yet! Then the comfort of the words, "Your heavenly Father knoweth what things ye have need of," was brought home to his heart, and peace returned. The planting done, he returned to the team to sow the good Seed. For some little time there was no rain. The ground was so dry that his wheat seed did not sprout, but the green fields around him began to turn yellow, and before the drought was over a third ~f the crops had withered and died. Then came the refreshing rain, and his wheat took root and sprang up. When harvest season came he had a beautiful field of waving golden grain, whereas his neighbors complained bitterly of poor !roes. Thus God honored His servant who was faithful to Him. Now his neighbors come to him, not in scorn, but to ask him when he is going to plant his crops, for they want to plant theirs at the same time.—From Attacking on All Fronts (China Inland Mission Report).
Melancthon said, "If I had no care, I should have no prayer." Spurgeon said, "Sometimes God sends His love letters in black-edged envelopes." He allows us to taste the bitterness of want and the dessolation of bereavement. If you have lived many years, you have passed through the narrows. We have all been there, and it is not always easy to see the Divine control. It looks as if things have got out of hand, and somehow or other we have been forgotten. When there is no one at hand to say it to you, say to yourself, "God is faithful, who will not suffer the pain to exceed the measurement of my endurance."—Rev. John MacDeath.