In his book Sit, Walk, Stand, Watchman Nee describes a preaching mission to an island off the South China coast. There
were seven in the ministering group, including a sixteen-year-old new convert whom he calls Brother Wu.
The island was fairly large, containing about 6,000 homes. Nee had a contact there, an old schoolmate of his who was headmaster of the
village school, but he refused to house the group when he discovered they had come to
preach the Gospel. Finally, they found lodging with a Chinese herbalist, who became their
first convert. Preaching seemed quite fruitless on the island, and Nee discovered it was
because of the dedication of the people there to an idol they called Ta-wang. They were
convinced of his power because on the day of his festival and parade each year the weather
was always near perfect.
"When is the procession this year?" young Wu asked a group that had gathered to hear them preach.
"It is fixed for January 11th at 8 in the morning," was the reply.
"Then," said the new convert, "I promise you that it will certainly rain on the 11th."
At that there was an outburst of cries from the crowd: "That is enough! We don't want to hear any more preaching. If
there is rain on the 11th, then your God is God!"
Watchman Nee had been elsewhere in the village when this confrontation had taken place. Upon being informed about it, he
saw that the situation was serious and called the group to prayer. On the morning of the 11th, there was not a cloud in the
sky, but during grace for breakfast, sprinkles began to fall and these were followed by heavy rain.
Worshipers of the idol Ta-wang were so upset that they placed it in a sedan chair and carried it outdoors, hoping this
would stop the rain. Then the rain increased. After only a short distance, the carriers of the idol stumbled and fell,
dropping the idol and fracturing its jaw and left arm.
A number of young people turned to Christ as a result of the rain coming in answer to prayer, but the elders of the
village made divination and said that the wrong day had been chosen. The proper day of the procession, they said, should have been the 14th.
When Nee and his friends heard this, they again went to prayer, asking for rain on the 14th and for clear days for
preaching until then. That afternoon the sky cleared and on the good days that followed there were thirty converts. Of the
crucial test day, Nee says: The 14th broke, another perfect day, and we had good
meetings. As the evening approached we met again at the appointed hour. We quietly brought the matter to the Lord's
remembrance. Not a minute late, His answer came with torrential rain and floods as before.
The power of the idol over the islanders was broken; the enemy was defeated. Believing prayer had brought a great
victory. Conversions followed. And the impact upon the servants of God who had
witnessed His power would continue to enrich their Christian service from that time on.
Roger F. Campbell, You Can Win!, 1985, SP Publications,
While crossing the Atlantic on an oceanliner, F.B. Meyer was asked to address the first class passengers. At the
captain's request he spoke on "Answered Prayer." An agnostic who was present
at the service was asked by his friends, "What did you think of Dr. Meyer's
sermon?" He answered, "I didn't believe a word of it." That afternoon Meyer
went to speak to the steerage passengers. Many of the listeners at his morning address went along, including the agnostic, who claimed he just
wanted to hear "what the babbler had to say."
Before starting for the service, the agnostic put two oranges in his pocket. On
his way he passed an elderly woman sitting in her deck chair fast asleep. Her hands
were open. In the spirit of fun, the agnostic put the two oranges in her outstretched
palms. After the meeting, he saw the old lady happily eating one of the pieces of fruit.
"You seem to be enjoying that orange," he remarked with a smile. "Yes,
sir," she replied, "My Father is very good to me." "Your father?
Surely your father can't be still alive!" "Praise God," she replied,
"He is very much alive." "What do you mean?" pressed the agnostic. She
explained, "I'll tell you, sir. I have been seasick for days. I was asking God
somehow to send me an orange. I suppose I fell asleep while I was praying. When I awoke, I
found He had not only sent me one orange but two!" The agnostic was speechless. Later
he was converted to Christ. Yes, praying in God's will brings an answer.
Our Daily Bread.
Just a tiny little child
Three years old,
And a mother with a heart
All of gold.
Often did that mother say,
Jesus hears us when we pray,
For He's never far away
And He always answers.
Now, that tiny little child
Had brown eyes,
And she wanted blue instead
Like blue skies.
For her mother's eyes were blue
Like forget-me-nots. She knew
All her mother said was true,
Jesus always answered.
So she prayed for two blue eyes,
Said "Good night,"
Went to sleep in deep content
Woke up early, climbed a chair
By a mirror. Where, O where
Could the blue eyes be? Not there;
Jesus hadn't answered.
Hadn't answered her at all;
Could she pray; her eyes were brown
Did a little soft wind blow?
Came a whisper soft and low,
"Jesus answered. He said, No;
Isn't No an answer?"
While Josh McDowell was attending seminary in California, his father went Home to be with the Lord. His mother had died
years earlier, but Josh was not sure of her salvation. He became depressed, thinking
that she might be lost. Was she a Christian or not? The thought obsessed him.
"Lord," he prayed, "somehow give me the answer so I can get back to normal.
I've just got to know." It seemed like an impossible request.
Two days later, Josh drove out to the ocean. He walked to the end of a pier to be alone. There sat an old woman in a
lawnchair, fishing. "Where's your home originally?" she asked.
"Michigan -- Union City," Josh replied. "Nobody's heard of it.
I tell people it's a suburb of --" "Battle Creek," interrupted the woman. "I had a cousin from there. Did you know the
Stunned, Josh responded, "Yes, I'm Josh McDowell!"
"I can't believe it," said the woman. "I'm a cousin to your mother."
"Do you remember anything at all about my mother's spiritual life?" asked Josh. "Why sure -- your mom and
I were just girls -- teenagers -- when a tent revival came to town. It was the fourth night -- we both went forward to accept Christ."
"Praise God!" shouted Josh, startling the surrounding fishermen.
Our Daily Bread.
James Gilmour, a missionary to Mongolia, was once asked to treat some wounded soldiers. Although he was not a doctor, he did have some
knowledge of first aid, so he felt he could not refuse the request. He dressed the wounds of two of the men, but a third had a badly
broken thigh bone. The missionary had no idea what to do for such an injury. Kneeling
beside the man, he asked the Lord for help. He didn't know how God would answer his
prayers, but he was confident that his need would be supplied. He couldn't find any books
on physiology in the primitive hospital, and no doctor arrived. To complicate matters, a
crowd of beggars came to him asking for money. He was deeply concerned about his patient,
yet his heart went out to those ragged paupers. Hurriedly he gave them a small gift, plus
a few kind words of spiritual admonition.
A moment later he stared in amazement at one
weary beggar who had remained behind. The half-starved fellow was little more than a
living skeleton. The missionary suddenly realized that the Lord had brought him a walking
lesson in anatomy! He asked the elderly man if he might examine him. After carefully
tracing the femur bone with his fingers to learn how to treat the soldier's broken leg, he
returned to the patient and was able to set the fracture. Years afterward, Gilmour often
related how God had provided him with a strange yet sufficient response to his earnest
prayer. When we raise our petitions, we too can be certain that the Lord will help us --
even though the answer comes by way of those who "have no power."
Our Daily Bread.
Dr. Helen Roseveare, missionary to Zaire, told the following story. "A mother at our mission station died after
giving birth to a premature baby. We tried to improvise an incubator to keep the infant alive, but the only hot water bottle we had was beyond
repair. So we asked the children to pray for the baby and for her sister. One of the girls
responded, 'Dear God, please send a hot water bottle today. Tomorrow will be too late
because by then the baby will be dead. And dear Lord, send a doll for the sister so she
won't feel so lonely.'
That afternoon a large package arrived from England. The children
watched eagerly as we opened it. Much to their surprise, under some clothing was a hot
water bottle! Immediately the girl who had prayed so earnestly started to dig deeper,
exclaiming, 'If God sent that, I'm sure He also sent a doll!' And she was right! The
heavenly Father knew in advance of that child's sincere requests, and 5 months earlier He
had led a ladies' group to include both of those specific articles."
Our Daily Bread.