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This is
the story as that admirable man of God, F. B. Meyer, tells it: ‘I remember
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We sat
together at the luncheon table and talked on indifferent matters. He said to
me: ‘Are you going again to the Assembly Hall this afternoon?’ I said:
‘Certainly’, He said: ‘May I walk with you?’ and as soon as I got outside he took
my arm convulsively in his and said: ‘You know me!’ ‘No’, I said: ‘I have
never seen you except last night when you came into the gallery’. ‘The
remarkable thing is’, he said, ‘that three years ago I took just £3.90p from
my employers, I am a Christian man; it has been on my heart ever since, but I
didn’t like the exposure of returning it. But here is a letter to them, and
you will see the cheque inside for just the amount’. I read the letter,
replaced the cheque, posted it, and as that letter passed into the pillar
box, his soul rose up in a perfect hundredth psalm of thanksgiving’. |
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From:
Harold Horton, The Gifts of the Spirit,
Gospel Publishing House, Springfield, Missouri, USA, 1975, pages 49-50 |