IS NOT THIS A BRAND PLUCKED OUT OF A FIRE?
Some years ago a certain lady was in the habit of reading several chapters of the Word and praying aloud upon retiring to her bedroom. One night, going to her room as usual, she discovered a man under her bed. She made no alarm; but sat down, opened her Bible, and having read aloud her accustomed portion, she knelt in prayer; and, whilst pouring out her heart before the Lord, besought Him to take care of her, and, should there be any evil designs against her, would He be pleased to frustrate those designs. Having thus committed herself to the Lord, she undressed and deliberately stepped into bed. Not long after, the man who had secreted himself, rose, and, standing by her bedside, apprised her of the nature of his errand, and of what he, in connection with four others who were then outside, waiting for him to let them in, intended to have done. Their object was to rob her, and, had she resisted, to have murdered her. “But,” said he, “I cannot do it;
and I must now go and dismiss the men that are waiting.” He did so, telling them that he could not accomplish his purpose. He then returned to the house, and asked, as a special favour, that the Book from which the lady had been reading might be given to him. She cheerfully complied, and year after year passed away, without anything more being heard of the man or the circumstance. At length, after being removed to a different part of the country, the lady attended a missionary meeting one evening. Several ministers were present, but there was one in particular from whom the lady in question could scarcely divert her attention. At length he rose, and, in narrating the particulars of his conversion, and the first steps which led to his becoming a missionary, introduced in detail the aforementioned facts. He was no other than the identical individual who had, on that eventful night, conspired to rob, if not to murder, one of his present audience.
What cannot our God do?