There is a very human story told of a commercial traveler who presented himself before his chief after finishing his round. Taking the very small batch of orders in his hand, the manager looked at the man and said, "And is this all you've done?" In reply the man looked steadily at his employer and said, "No, sir, it isn't all I've done, but I'm afraid it is all I can show." In our work for God it is often when we toil hardest that we can show the least tangible result. But if there has been the earnest endeavor to serve Christ, we may be sure that He knows all about it, and will reward us accordingly.—United Methodist.
Mrs. Amanda Smith said, "When God does anything, He does it handsome." "So," said J. Hudson Taylor, "God's hundredfold is a very liberal one. He has given me a thousand fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, friends and homes—everything that I ever left for Him. What a household is the household of faith! What a family is that of which God has made us members! Why, all the choice and the noble, and all the beautiful and the good, the grand and the faithful are ours. We are allied to them all. We are all one in Christ Jesus."—The King's Business.
Two men met upon a steamer during a Scotch excursion and talked of many things, among others of Sabbath schools. "To tell the truth," said one of them, "I am not very enthusiastic about that kind of work. I was a teacher for many years, and, after all, I seem to have done no good." "Well, I do believe in Sabbath school work," said the other. "As a lad I received life-long influences for good in my old class." And he named the school with which he had once been connected. "Were you there?" asked the other. "That is where I taught. Were you there in my time? My name is George Brown." "And I was your scholar. I remember you now," said the younger man. "I owe everything to you." There, side by side, stood the teacher who believed that he had done nothing, and the man he had influenced for life.—The Presbyterian.
The story is told of the suffering in Russia many years ago; how the Christians were persecuted and imprisoned: Some gave up Christianity and their faith in Christ and were freed. Others chose to suffer, "not accepting deliverance." The story went on to tell of seventy who had been imprisoned for a long time, underfed, and at last taken out, thinly clad, one cold winter night, to a lake of ice where they were left to die.
A Russian guard was in charge of them. He was warmly clad, and properly fed and did not mind the cold. However he seemed to see the prisoners fall one by one on the ice, and as one fell it seemed as if the heavens opened and an angel appeared with a golden crown. Then another would fall and another angel appeared with another golden crown.
It seemed as if they had nearly all fallen, and the Russian guard, thinking he must be in a trance ox a dream, aroused himself and found all had fallen save one.
That one called to him, and said: "Oh, sir, save my life, I'm dying! I'll not be a Christian, anything, only save my life."
"Quick," said the Russian guard, "change clothes with me." And he stepped out on the ice. He had seen that there was one more angel and one more golden crown.—Courtesy Moody Monthly.
"Cast the bread upon the waters,
Ye who have a scant supply;
Angel eyes will watch above it,
You will find it by and by.
He who in His righteous balance,
Doth each human action weigh;
Will your sacrifice remember,
Will your loving deeds repay."—Selected.
In Chicago, Joseph Kratzle, a service elevator operator in an apartment house, recovered two checks for $114,000 which had been lost by a tenant in the apartment house where he works. His reward was a fifteen cent tip and a solicitous offer to put iodine on the cuts on his hands which he had received while searching through fourteen trash bags and garbage cans. The job took three hours, he said. Mr. Kratzle accepted the fifteen cents. But declined the offer of first aid. He administered his own treatment when he returned to the basement from the tenant's apartment.
The checks were in envelopes, which had been placed by error with a bundle of letters to be discarded.
It was not Mr. Kratzle's first experience at finding valuables. In 1926, when he was employed as a window cleaner, he was working in the Federal Reserve Bank, and found a package on the floor. It contained $83,000 in cash. That adventure was more profitable. The president of the bank gave Mr. Kratzle twenty-five dollars.
And in Little Rock, one day, G. L. Calhoun, service station attendant, was five dollars richer, but was not very happy about it. The five-spot, Calhoun said, was the reward he received for returning to the rightful owner a billfold containing $11,500 which he found at the service station where he worked.
I read once where a cab driver found a purse containing seven thousand dollars which was left by a woman passenger on the back seat—seven thousand dollars in one hundred dollar bills. He found her address in the purse, drove five miles to return it to her. The woman so graciously and generously gave him five dollars!
But God speaks of some great rewards:
Moreover by them (the judgments of the Lord) is thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward (Psalm 19:11).
For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly (Psalm 84:11).
The wicked worketh a deceitful work: but to him that soweth righteousness shall he a sure reward (Proverbs 11:18).
And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be (Revelation 22:12).
Said a great Congregational preacher
To a hen, "You're a beautiful creature."
And the hen, just for that,
Laid an egg in his hat,
And thus did the Hen reward Beecher.