A Simple Prayer - George Mueller

I was blessed indeed with this story. I had goose bumps all over my body up to my head. This story really amazed me, made me cried with joy in my heart. I can't explain how I was moved because of this story. It is really astounding and stunning! Still crying while posting this. I just can't help it. What I am feeling right now is indeed astonish. This story gave me so much joy that I couldn't expound, such joy that I can't contain. I have read a lot of stories but I don't know why this story really hit me. It strengthens my faith more, admired, and adored God more, inspired and uplifted with George Mueller. What a great man!? I know few of his experiences with God and I really admire and envy this excellent extra-ordinary man. I must say that he is a genuine servant of God, such a holy man, that God always answers his prayers. This story made me believe more and strengthened my conviction that God is really the God of impossibilities. Wwwooaaa!! What a story!? Made my night really wonderful and marvelous! God is so great all the time! I wish I could also be like him, really close to God's heart, a man after God's own heart, walking in tandem with God in such holiness. Living the life of Jesus Christ, or shall I say, Christ lives within him.


A Simple Prayer

"I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me" (Acts 27:25).

I went to America some years ago with the captain of a steamer, who was a very devoted Christian. When off the coast of Newfoundland he said to me, "The last time I crossed here, five weeks ago, something happened which revolutionized the whole of my Christian life. We had George Mueller of Bristol on board. I had been on the bridge twenty-four hours and never left it. George Mueller came to me, and said, "Captain I have come to tell you that I must be in Quebec Saturday afternoon." "It is impossible," I said. "Very well, if your ship cannot take me, God will find some other way. I have never broken an engagement for fifty-seven years. Let us go down into the chart-room and pray."

I looked at that man of God, and thought to myself, what lunatic asylum can that man have come from? I never heard of such a thing as this. "Mr. Mueller," I said, "do you know how dense this fog is?" "No," he replied, "my eye is not on the density of the fog, but on the living God, who controls every circumstance of my life."

He knelt down and prayed one of the most simple prayers, and when he had finished I was going to pray; but he put his hand on my shoulder, and told me not to pray. "First, you do not believe He will answer; and second I BELIEVE HE HAS, and there is no need whatever for you to pray about it."

I looked at him, and he said, "Captain, I have known my Lord for fifty-seven years, and there has never been a single day that I have failed to get audience with the King. Get up, Captain and open the door, and you will find the fog gone." I got up, and the fog was indeed gone. On Saturday afternoon, George Mueller was in Quebec for his engagement.

"If our love were but more simple,
We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine,
In the sweetness of our Lord."