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telling the story – #3

Posted: September 1, 2010 in Stories

Stephen Grellet was a missionary back in the pioneer days of the United States of America. He was a Quaker evangelist, preacher, and missionary. He was out on the western borders of our nation, at the foot of the Rockies while praying and seeking the face of God when he felt that inner urge, that word from the Lord that said he was to go to a certain lumber camp and preach an evangelistic message. God said he was to go so he went to this particular lumber camp. He was expecting to preach a revival crusade and when he arrived there was not a soul in the lumber camp, not one. He looked around and thought; maybe they are over in the mess hall. Stephen Grellet went over to the mess hall and no one was there. He said, “Lord, you’ve told me to come and preach, I don’t understand it, but I’m going to be obedient.” So he stood in that empty mess hall and preached his heart out. He preached Jesus, salvation, and pled for souls to be saved to an empty place. He gave an invitation for people to receive Christ, then had a benediction, and then went his way satisfied that he had been obedient not understanding it at all.

Years later across the ocean, Stephen Grellet was standing on the London Bridge when a heavy hand dropped on his shoulder. The man asked, “Are you Stephen Grellet?” He said, “I am.” This man said, “I’ve been looking the world over for you. Do you remember going to such and such lumber camp at the foot of the Rockies and preaching a sermon to an empty mess hall? You thought no one heard you, but I heard you. I was the foreman of my crew and we were out in the woods cutting trees and I had to come back for another axe. I heard you in there preaching and I stood behind a stack of wood and I listened to you and I was ashamed to make myself known. What you said penetrated my heart and brought me under conviction. I went back into the woods and gave my heart to Jesus Christ. I shared what happen with three other lumberjacks and all three of them gave their hearts to Jesus Christ. I want you to know sir that the four of us have become missionaries and evangelists, preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ.”

Here is a man, obedient, not knowing why, but just simply being obedient. Doing what God told him to do.


telling the story – #2

Posted: August 2, 2010 in Stories

An experience from the life of Ira Sankey dramatically underlines the all-caring God we serve. It was Christmas Eve 1875 and Sankey was traveling on a Delaware River steamboat when he was recognized by some of the passengers. His picture had been in the newspaper because he was the song leader for the famous evangelist D. L. Moddy. They asked him to sing one of his own hymns, but Sankey demurred, saying that he preferred to sing William B. Bradbury’s hymn “Savior Like A Shepherd Lead Us.” As he sang, one of the stanzas began, “We are Thine; do Thou befriend us. Be the Guardian of our way.” When he finished, a man stepped from the shadows and asked, “Did you ever serve in the Union army?” “Yes,” Mr. Sankey answered, “in the spring of 1860.” “Can you remember if you were doing picket duty on a bright, moonlit night in 1862?” “Yes,” Mr. Sankey answered, very much surprised. “So did I, but I was serving in the Confederate army. When I saw you standing at your post, I thought to myself, ‘That fellow will never get away alive.’ “I raised my musket and took aim. I was standing in the shadow, completely concealed, while the full light of the moon was falling upon you. At that instant, just as a moment ago, you raised your eyes to heaven and began to sing…’Let him sing his song to the end,’ I said to myself, ‘I can shoot him afterwards. He’s my victim at all events, and my bullet cannot miss him.’ “But the song you sang then was the song you sang just now. I heard the words perfectly: ‘We are Thine; do Thou befriend us. Be the Guardian of our way.’ “Those words stirred up many memories. I began to think of my childhood and my God-fearing mother. She had many times sung that song to me. “When you had finished your song, it was impossible for me to take aim again. I thought, ‘The Lord who is able to save that man from certain death must surely be great and mighty.’ And my arms of its own accord dropped limp at my side.” How utterly amazing is our God and his keeping power!

Hughes, Kent & Barbara. Liberating Ministry from the Success Syndrome (Wheaton, IL: Crossway Books, 2008), 69-70.

telling the story – #1

Posted: June 27, 2010 in Stories

A dear friend of mine who was quite a lover of the chase, told me the following story: “Rising early one morning,” he said, “I heard the baying of a score of deerhounds in pursuit of their quarry. Looking away to a broad, open field in front of me, I saw a young fawn making its way across, and giving signs, moreover, that its race was well-nigh run. Reaching the rails of the enclosure, it leaped over and crouched within ten feet from where I stood. A moment later two of the hounds came over, when the fawn ran in my direction and pushed its head between by legs. I lifted the little thing to my breast, and, swinging round and round, fought off the dogs. I felt, just then, that all the dogs in the West could not, and should not capture that fawn after its weakness had appealed to my strength.” So is it, when human helplessness appeals to Almighty God. Well do I remember when the hounds of sin were after my soul, until, at last, I ran into the arms of Almighty God. (A. C. Dixon)

Bounds, E. M. E M Bounds The Classic Collection on Prayer (Orlando, FL: Bridge-Logos, 2001), 3.