Part 2 (2/2)

Could she kneel and thank the Lord? She had not knelt for eight years.

Yes, she could kneel as well as when she served the Lord in her youth!

Christian reader, stop here and think what a joyful family that was that June morning. That aged saint, of a little more than 85 years, was in good health again! And her two daughters had been s.n.a.t.c.hed from the jaws of death! What a triumph of blessed memories to leave in legacy to that young, hopeful, Christian son, who, in childhood, had himself repeatedly proved that the Lord hears and answers prayer!

Mrs. Jordan has never used cane or crutch since that morning. She has frequently walked five blocks, to go to her church; and, a few weeks after her healing, she one day walked the distance of about fifteen blocks. She has walked for hours in Lincoln Park, among the plants and flowers, and she goes up and down stairs, and wherever she likes, as well as anyone.

She has the use of her faculties, and an altogether comfortable use of her sight, though that is not so acute as at first. Her earliest joy was that she was permitted to see that the Lord had some purpose in sparing her so long.

Dear Christian reader, shall the wonderful manifestation of that ”purpose” strengthen your faith? It helps me.

”Is anything too hard for the Lord?” ”No good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.” ”If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask Him.” ”If we live by the Spirit, let us also walk by the Spirit.”

In the hopes of the Gospel,

Miss E. Dryer.

150 Madison St., Chicago.

ALMOST A BANKRUPT.

A prominent Christian had just entered a merchant's counting-room, when the head man of the place said to him, ”Let us kneel and ask G.o.d to help me through, for without his help, I shall be a bankrupt before the setting of the sun.” So they knelt and prayed. That man went through the pressure, and did not become a bankrupt.

”HE COULD NOT FLEE FROM THE POWER OF THE HOLY SPIRIT.”

A clergyman of distinction gives this instance of the worthlessness of all attempts to flee from the Power of the Spirit.

”I looked out of my window one morning, while it was yet dark, and saw a lady standing at my gate, leaning against a post, and evidently weeping bitterly. I knew her. She was a member of the church, and was an earnest, consistent Christian. She was married to one of the most bitter Universalists I ever knew. I stepped down the steps to her, and asked, 'What is the matter?' She replied, 'Oh, my poor husband! I had so hoped and prayed that he might be converted in this revival! and now he has rode away, and says that _he will not come back till this religious flurry is over_. What shall I do to bear up under this?'

”I said, 'It is near the time for prayer. We will go and lay his case before the Lord, and make _special request_ that G.o.d will bring him back again under the power of the Spirit. The Lord can bring him home, and I believe He will do it. We must pray for him.'

”She dried her tears in a moment, and seemed to seize hold of this 'strong hope,' as we walked to the place of prayer. We found the room crowded. It fell to my lot to lead the meeting.

”At the opening, I stated the case of this Universalist husband, who had undertaken to run away from the influence of the Spirit, by fleeing into the country. I said that we must all pray _that the Holy Spirit may follow him, overtake him, and bring him back again_, show him his sins, and lead him to Jesus.

”The meeting took up the case with great earnestness, and I could not but feel that prayer would in some way be answered.

”_But can you imagine our surprise when, at our evening prayer meeting, this same Universalist came in_?

”After standing a few minutes, till the opportunity offered, he said:

”'I went away on horseback this morning, and told my wife I was going into the country to stay till this flurry was over. I rode right over the hills, back from the river, into the country, till I had got eighteen miles away. _There, on the top of a hill, I was stopped as Paul was, and just as suddenly_, and made to feel what a horrible sinner I am. I am one of the worst sinners that ever lived. _I have lost my Universalism_, and I know I must be born again, or I can never see the kingdom of Heaven. Oh, pray for me that I may be converted; nothing else will do for me.'

”He took his seat amid the tears and sobs of the whole a.s.sembly. The hour was full of prayer for that man's conversion.

”This strong and intelligent man, once one of the bitterest Universalists I ever knew, is now an elder in a Presbyterian church, and one of the most joyous, happy, energetic men of G.o.d you will meet in many a day. He believes he was 'converted on the spot in that prayer meeting.'”

LIFE BROUGHT BACK AGAIN IN THE MIDST OF DEATH.

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