A cloud-burst in answer to Finney's prayer



For many days there had been no rain in Ohio, the fields were parched and brown, and everything cried out for water. The people were anxious, and knew not what to do. One Sunday, before his sermon, Mr. Finney prayed for rain. One who heard that prayer reported it after twenty-three years, and said it was as fresh in his mind as though he had heard it but yesterday. Finney told the Lord all about their great need, and among other things said, 'We do not presume to dictate to Thee what is best for us, yet Thou dost invite us to come to Thee as children to a father, and tell Thee what we want. We want rain. Our pastures are dry. The cattle are lowing and wandering about in search of water. Even the little squirrels in the woods are suffering for the want of it. Unless Thou dost give us rain our cattle must die, for we shall have no hay for them for winter; and our harvests will come to nought. O Lord, send us rain, and send it now! Although to us there is no sign of it, it is an easy thing for Thee to do. Send it now, Lord, for Christ's sake!' And the Lord sent it. Before the service was half over the rain came in such torrents that the preacher's voice could not be heard; so with tears of wonder and joy and thanksgiving, they sang,


When all Thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view I'm lost

In wonder, love and praise.


Finney took God at His word, and dared to ask for what he wanted. He used to say, 'Lord, I

hope Thou dost not see that I can be denied.'


From: THE WAY OF HOLINESS By Samuel Logan Brengle, [seventh Edition], New York, The Salvation Army Printing and Publishing House 122 West 14th Street, 1920.