It was 1916, and Hattie Green was dead. Hattie's life is a sad demonstration of what it is like to be among the living
dead. When Hattie died, her estate was valued at over $100 million; yet Hattie lived in poverty. She ate cold oatmeal
because it cost money to heat it. When her son's leg became infected, Hattie wouldn't get it treated until she could find a
clinic that wouldn't charge her. By then, her son's leg had to be amputated. Hattie died arguing over the value of drinking
skim milk. She had money to meet her every need, but she chose to live as if it didn't exist.
Turning Point, March, 1993.
A poor old widow, living in the Scottish Highlands, was called upon one day by a gentleman who had heard that she was in need.
The old lady complained of her condition, and remarked that her son was in Australia and doing well.
"But does he do nothing to help you?" inquired the visitor.
"No, nothing," was the reply. "He writes me regularly once a month, but only sends me a little picture with his letter."
The gentleman asked to see one of the pictures that she had received, and found each one of them to be a draft for ten
This is the condition of many of God's children. He has given us many "exceeding great and precious promises," which we either are
ignorant of or fail to appropriate. Many of them seem to be pretty pictures of an ideal peace and rest, but are not
appropriated as practical helps in daily life. And not one of these promises is more neglected that the assurance of salvation.
An open Bible places them within reach of all, and we may appropriate the blessing which such a knowledge brings.
Moody's Anecdotes, p. 115.
Vivian H., for 2 and a half years lived in a home without running water. She had to drive to a spring and load up five
gallon jugs to haul back home. All the while there was a perfectly good well with a 600 gallon reservoir on her property.
The water was there, she didn't know it could be used.
Hetty Green was once one of the richest women in America. When she died in 1916, her estate was estimated at nearly $100
million. Yet she was miserly to an extreme, living in cheap boardinghouses, wearing tattered clothes, and riding in a
carriage that had once been used as a henhouse!
In a seminary missions class, Herbert Jackson told how, as a new missionary, he was assigned a car that would not start without
a push. After pondering his problem, he devised a plan. He went to the school near his home, got permission to take some children out
of class, and had them push his car off. As he made his rounds, he would either park on a hill or leave the engine running. He
used this ingenious procedure for two years.
Ill health forced the Jackson family to leave, and a new missionary came to that station. When Jackson proudly began to
explain his arrangement for getting the car started, the new man began looking under the hood. Before the explanation was
complete, the new missionary interrupted, "Why, Dr. Jackson, I believe the only trouble is this loose cable." He gave the cable
a twist, stepped into the car, pushed the switch, and to Jackson's astonishment, the engine roared to life.
For two years needless trouble had become routine. The power was there all the time. Only a loose connection kept Jackson from
putting that power to work. J.B. Phillips paraphrases Ephesians l:19-20, "How tremendous
is the power available to us who believe in God." When we make firm our connection with God, his life and power flow through us.
Ernest B. Beevers.
One foggy night in London, many years ago, a ragged unkempt man shuffled into a little music
shop, owned by a Mr. Betts. Clutched under the man's arm was a violin. "Will you buy this
old violin from me?" the man muttered. I'm starving. I need money to buy something to eat." "Well, I already have several
violins," Mr. Betts replied. "But I don't want to see you go hungry. Will a guinea ($5.00 at the time) help you out?" "Oh,
yes," said the man. "Thank you. Thank you." He took the money and disappeared into the night. Mr. Betts picked up the violin,
took the bow and drew it across the strings. The violin gave forth a deep mellow tone. Surprised, Mr. Betts took a light and
peered into the inside of the violin. He could hardly believe what he saw. There, carved into the wood were these words:
"Antonio Stradivari...1704." Mr. Betts ran out into the street to find the old man, to pay him more for the violin. But he had
Morris Siegel was a street person in Los Angeles. He lived like most street people--roaming about in back alleys, sleeping out-of-doors, carrying everything he owned in an old
shopping cart. He was found in an alley, dead of natural causes, perhaps heart trouble. The interesting thing about Morris is that he had
$207,421 in the bank at the time of his death. It seems that Morris' father died and left him the money ten years earlier.
When Morris did not claim it, the Division of Unclaimed Property tracked him down, and his family forced him to accept it. He
took only enough of the money to buy an old car, where he slept in bad weather. Relatives rented an apartment for him, but he
never went there. He died December 14, 1989, with three dollars in his pocket and an untouched fortune in the bank.
While a $100,000 fire truck stood by unused because nobody knew how it operated, fire destroyed a power plant in the tiny
village of Akiachak, Alaska. Damage to the plant was estimated at $250,000.