CHAPTER III

PREPARATION FOR SERVICE

HAVING now the twofold object in view of accustoming myself to endure

hardness, and of economising in order to be able more largely to assist

those amongst whom I spent a good deal of time labouring in the Gospel,

I soon found that I could live upon very much less than I had previously

thought possible. Butter, milk, and other such luxuries I soon ceased to

use; and I found that by living mainly on oatmeal and rice, with

occasional variations, a very small sum was sufficient for my needs. In

this way I had more than two-thirds of my income available for other

purposes; and my experience was that the less I spent on myself and the

more I gave away, the fuller of happiness and blessing did my soul

become. Unspeakable joy all the day long, and every day, was my happy

experience. GOD, even my GOD, was a living, bright Reality; and all I

had to do was joyful service.

It was to me a very grave matter, however, to contemplate going out to

China, far away from all human aid, there to depend upon the living GOD

alone for protection, supplies, and help of every kind. I felt that

one's spiritual muscles required strengthening for such an undertaking.

There was no doubt that if faith did not fail, GOD would not fail; but,

then, what if one's faith should prove insufficient? I had not at that

time learned that even "if we believe not, He abideth faithful, He

cannot deny Himself"; and it was consequently a very serious question to

my mind, not whether _He_ was faithful, but whether I had strong enough

faith to warrant my embarking in the enterprise set before me.

I thought to myself, "When I get out to China, I shall have no claim on

any one for anything; my only claim will be on GOD. How important,

therefore, to learn before leaving England to move man, through GOD, by

prayer alone."

At Hull my kind employer, always busily occupied, wished me to remind

him whenever my salary became due. This I determined not to do directly,

but to ask that GOD would bring the fact to his recollection, and thus

encourage me by answering prayer. At one time, as the day drew near for

the payment of a quarter's salary, I was as usual much in prayer about

it. The time arrived, but my kind friend made no allusion to the matter.

I continued praying, and days passed on, but he did not remember, until

at length, on settling up my weekly accounts one Saturday night, I found

myself possessed of only a single coin--one half-crown piece. Still I

had hitherto had no lack, and I continued in prayer.

That Sunday was a very happy one. As usual my heart was full and

brimming over with blessing. After attending Divine service in the

morning, my afternoons and evenings were filled with Gospel work, in the

various lodging-houses I was accustomed to visit in the lowest part of

the town. At such times it almost seemed to me as if heaven were begun

below, and that all that could be looked for was an enlargement of one's

capacity for joy, not a truer filling than I possessed. After concluding

my last service about ten o'clock that night, a poor man asked me to go

and pray with his wife, saying that she was dying. I readily agreed, and

on the way to his house asked him why he had not sent for the priest, as

his accent told me he was an Irishman. He had done so, he said, but the

priest refused to come without a payment of eighteenpence, which the man

did not possess, as the family was starving. Immediately it occurred to

my mind that all the money I had in the world was the solitary

half-crown, and that it was in one coin; moreover, that while the basin

of water gruel I usually took for supper was awaiting me, and there was

sufficient in the house for breakfast in the morning, I certainly had

nothing for dinner on the coming day.

Somehow or other there was at once a stoppage in the flow of joy in my

heart; but instead of reproving myself I began to reprove the poor man,

telling him that it was very wrong to have allowed matters to get into

such a state as he described, and that he ought to have applied to the

relieving officer. His answer was that he had done so, and was told to

come at eleven o'clock the next morning, but that he feared that his

wife might not live through the night. "Ah," thought I, "if only I had

two shillings and a sixpence instead of this half-crown, how gladly

would I give these poor people one shilling of it!" But to part with the

half-crown was far from my thoughts. I little dreamed that the real

truth of the matter simply was that I could trust in GOD plus

one-and-sixpence, but was not yet prepared to trust Him only, without

any money at all in my pocket.

My conductor led me into a court, down which I followed him with some

degree of nervousness. I had found myself there before, and at my last

visit had been very roughly handled, while my tracts were torn to

pieces, and I received such a warning not to come again that I felt

more than a little concerned. Still, it was the path of duty, and I

followed on. Up a miserable flight of stairs, into a wretched room, he

led me; and oh what a sight there presented itself to our eyes! Four or

five poor children stood about, their sunken cheeks and temples all

telling unmistakably the story of slow starvation; and lying on a

wretched pallet was a poor exhausted mother, with a tiny infant

thirty-six hours old, moaning rather than crying at her side, for it too

seemed spent and failing. "Ah!" thought I, "if I had two shillings and a

sixpence instead of half-a-crown, how gladly should they have

one-and-sixpence of it!" But still a wretched unbelief prevented me from

obeying the impulse to relieve their distress at the cost of all I

possessed.

It will scarcely seem strange that I was unable to say much to comfort

these poor people. I needed comfort myself. I began to tell them,

however, that they must not be cast down, that though their

circumstances were very distressing, there was a kind and loving FATHER

in heaven; but something within me said, "You hypocrite! telling these

unconverted people about a kind and loving FATHER in heaven, and not

prepared yourself to trust Him without half-a-crown!" I was nearly

choked. How gladly would I have compromised with conscience if I had had

a florin and a sixpence! I would have given the florin thankfully and

kept the rest; but I was not yet prepared to trust in GOD alone, without

the sixpence.

To talk was impossible under these circumstances; yet, strange to say, I

thought I should have no difficulty in praying. Prayer was a delightful

occupation to me in those days; time thus spent never seemed wearisome,

and I knew nothing of lack of words. I seemed to think that all I should

have to do would be to kneel down and engage in prayer, and that relief

would come to them and to myself together. "You asked me to come and

pray with your wife," I said to the man, "let us pray." And I knelt

down. But scarcely had I opened my lips with "Our FATHER who art in

heaven" than conscience said within, "Dare you mock GOD? Dare you kneel

down and call Him FATHER with that half-crown in your pocket?" Such a

time of conflict came upon me then as I have never experienced before or

since. How I got through that form of prayer I know not, and whether the

words uttered were connected or disconnected I cannot tell; but I arose

from my knees in great distress of mind.

The poor father turned to me and said, "You see what a terrible state we

are in, sir; if you can help us, for GOD'S sake do!" Just then the word

flashed into my mind, "Give to him that asketh of thee," and in the word

of a KING there is power. I put my hand into my pocket, and slowly

drawing forth the half-crown, gave it to the man, telling him that it

might seem a small matter for me to relieve them, seeing that I was

comparatively well off, but that in parting with that coin I was giving

him my all; what I had been trying to tell him was indeed true--GOD

really was a FATHER, and might be trusted. The joy all came back in full

flood-tide to my heart; I could say anything and feel it then, and the

hindrance to blessing was gone--gone, I trust, for ever.

Not only was the poor woman's life saved, but I realised that my life

was saved too! It might have been a wreck--would have been a wreck

probably, as a Christian life--had not grace at that time conquered, and

the striving of GOD'S SPIRIT been obeyed. I well remember how that

night, as I went home to my lodgings, my heart was as light as my

pocket. The lonely, deserted streets resounded with a hymn of praise

which I could not restrain. When I took my basin of gruel before

retiring, I would not have exchanged it for a prince's feast. I

reminded the LORD as I knelt at my bedside of His own Word, that he who

giveth to the poor lendeth to the LORD: I asked Him not to let my loan

be a long one, or I should have no dinner next day; and with peace

within and peace without, I spent a happy, restful night.

Next morning for breakfast my plate of porridge remained, and before it

was consumed the postman's knock was heard at the door. I was not in the

habit of receiving letters on Monday, as my parents and most of my

friends refrained from posting on Saturday; so that I was somewhat

surprised when the landlady came in holding a letter or packet in her

wet hand covered by her apron. I looked at the letter, but could not

make out the handwriting. It was either a strange hand or a feigned one,

and the postmark was blurred. Where it came from I could not tell. On

opening the envelope I found nothing written within; but inside a sheet

of blank paper was folded a pair of kid gloves, from which, as I opened

them in astonishment, half-a-sovereign fell to the ground. "Praise the

LORD!" I exclaimed; "400 per cent for twelve hours investment; that is

good interest. How glad the merchants of Hull would be if they could

lend their money at such a rate!" I then and there determined that a

bank which could not break should have my savings or earnings as the

case might be--a determination I have not yet learned to regret.

I cannot tell you how often my mind has recurred to this incident, or

all the help it has been to me in circumstances of difficulty in

after-life. If we are faithful to GOD in little things, we shall gain

experience and strength that will be helpful to us in the more serious

trials of life.

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