The deliverance at Dunkirk was so extraordinary that even a newspaper such as the London Daily Telegraph acknowledged it to have been miraculous. Writing of the "epic story" it says: "I have talked to officers and men... and all of them tell of these two phenomena. The first was the great storm which broke over Flanders on Tuesday, May 28, and the other was the great calm which settled on the English Channel during the days following.
"Officers of high rank do not hesitate to put down the deliverance of the British Expeditionary Force to the nation being at prayer on Sunday, May 26. I am told that after careful survey of the position had been made, the maximum number whom it was thought could possibly escape death or capture was 30,000. Instead of that, more than ten times the number were safely embarked. The consciousness of miraculous deliverance pervades the camps in which the troops are now housed in England... It is undoubted that there was such a calmness over the whole of the waters of the English Channel for that vital period of days as has rarely been experienced. Those who are accustomed to the Channel testify to the strangeness of this calm.
"So the two miracles made possible what seemed impossible. In the darkness of the storm and the violence of the rain, formations which were eight to twelve miles from Dunkirk were able to move up on foot to the coast with scarcely any interruption from aircraft, for aircraft were unable to operate in such turbulent conditions.
"One thing can be certain about tomorrow's thanksgiving in our churches. From none will the thanks ascend with greater sincerity or deeper fervor than from the officers and men who have seen the Hand of God, powerful to save, delivering them from the hands of a mighty foe who, humanly speaking, had them utterly at his mercy."—Sunday School Times.
One of Spurgeon's quaint sayings was: "If there were an ant at the door of your granary begging for help, it wouldn't ruin you to give him a grain of your wheat. You are but a tiny insect at the door of God's all-sufficiency."
If a great king should issue an order that your needs should be supplied as long as you might live, you would cease to worry, for here is one who has authority and resources in plenty. How much more should the promises of the King of kings stop our worrying.
His promises are so many bonds that may be cashed in the day of the believer's need. Our only concern needs to be that our rights to the promises may be cleared up, for it is sad when one stands with the King's promises in hand and fears to face the Cashier with them.—Living Links.
Mr. He Li was very old and very poor, but a Christian. His cousin, a priest, would bring bread or meal, and Mr. Li would say, "My Heavenly Father's grace." This angered the priest, who said, "If I didn't bring you the food, you would starve, for all He would care." "But He puts it into your heart to help me." "Very well, I'll stay away and then we'll see what happens." After many days Mr. Li had not a single crumb, but while he was praying there was a strange cawing and flapping in the yard. Some crows were fighting and dropped a piece of pork and a loaf of bread. While the meat was boiling, the priest walked in, saying, "Has the Heavenly Father you talk so much about sent you food?" When he saw the meat he exclaimed, "Where in the world did you get that?" "My Heavenly Father sent it." Then the priest wanted to know more about Him, was converted, became a preacher, and died a martyr in the Boxer war.—Sunday School Times.
"Oh, the wonderful story of deathless love!
Each child is dear to that heart above;
He fights for me when I cannot fight,
He comforts me in the gloom of night,
He lifts the burden, for He is strong,
He stills the sigh, and awakens the song;
The burdens that bow me down He bears,
And loves and pardons because He cares."
The Rev. Charles Piggott tells how when he was on a holiday he came to the top of one of the high hills of Devonshire. His attention was attracted by an ant, which he watched carrying a long straw until it came to a crack in the rock which was like a precipice to the tiny creature. After attempting to take its burden across in several ways, the ant got to one end of the straw and pushed it in front of him over the crack till it reached the other side, crossed over on the straw, and then pulled it after him. There is no burden you and I carry faithfully but some day is going to become a bridge to carry us over. —British Weekly.
Mrs. Dan Crawford tells this thrilling story in a recent letter. A little girl about nine years of age had repeatedly run away from home to a Bible school nearby, only to be dragged back by her perturbed mother. But beat her as she would, away she would bolt to join the sweet singing and memorizing of Bible stories. She was put into the witch doctor's hands "to put fear upon her," but without effect. The now desperate mother determined on a last effort to rescue her child for the time-honored tribal customs. So driving her into the forest she bound her to a tree, thinking that if the spirits aided her the lions would frighten the "Jesus belief" out of her. She left her, saying, "A worthless child art thou to me — but food for lions." The dreaded black night enveloped the shivering little girl. Ah, the terror of it all! But most surely the angel of the Lord must have encamped about that tree, for when at dawn a Christian lad found her he saw lion tracks encircling the spot, but noted that not one animal had come nearer than five yards. She had seen their glaring eyes but remembered what she had learned in school, that God who made the lions had made her too. Fear left her; she felt sure that God would not let the lions eat her. —Sunday School Times.
At Maivara, a village near the head of Milne Bay, God intervened in the early days to save the life of Charles Abel. He had left his wife and firstborn child in the mission boat while he went to try to establish a friendly contact with the villagers. He had gone only a short distance when a messenger from his wife came in haste, asking him to return, as their baby was ill. He turned back, and did not gain an entrance to this village for some years later. Then he learned that just beyond the point where the messenger had reached him, a group of hostile natives lay in wait to take his life, as others murdered his fellow missionary, James Chalmers. Today a church which they have built marks the spot where his enemies lay in wait to take his life.—D. L. Pierson, in Kwato Mission Tidings.
The river Rhine brings crown annually lime enough to supply millions upon millions of oysters with shells. From the far-off Alps help comes to aid the humble oyster in the North Sea. The sun itself works for the oyster, for it lifts the vapors to the heights where they become snow. And the snow in turn becomes a glacier that grinds and pulverizes the granite into lime for oyster shells. Then the hundreds of leaping waterfalls and roaring mountain brooks fling themselves down the heights carrying that precious lime. Soon the stately Rhine, famous in story and song, flows past great cities and ancient castles, bearing the material so essential to the oysters in making their shells. And surely, if God so marvelously cares for the lowly things of His creation, oh! how much more He will care for us who are His children.—Bible Messages.