A Narrative of Some of the Lord's Dealings with George Müller. Part 1Müller, George
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A Narrative of Some of the Lord's Dealings with George Müller. Part 1
Müller, George
Orphanages -- Great Britain; Prayer
March 30. Halle. From the evening of the 27th till this afternoon, when I
arrived here, I have traveled day and night, and have been strengthened by
the Lord for it. The whole of this way, several hundred miles, I had gone
step by step before. My thoughts were peculiarly affecting, as I retraced
the mercies which I had experienced at the hands of God.--The Lord enabled
me repeatedly to confess His name before my changing fellow-travelers. A
student spoke to me about the peculiarly good and cheap wine of Weinheim,
near Heidelberg. I told him that when, years ago, as a student like
himself, I came through that place, I cared about such things, but that
now I knew what was much better than wine.--Yesterday a Frenchman, having
heard my testimony for Jesus once or twice, when the last merry companion
had left the coach, quitted my society, it being too dull for him, and
joined himself to an officer in the army, sitting in the forepart of the
coach. (The coach was divided into the forepart and inside.) This gave me
a blessed and most refreshing opportunity to pray for about an hour aloud
in the coach, which strengthened and refreshed my soul. It was
particularly kind of the Lord to give me an opportunity of praying aloud,
as, on account of having then already traveled forty-eight hours
uninterruptedly, my body was too tired to allow me to continue for any
length of time in mental prayer.--Yesterday afternoon, at Eisenach
(situated just under the hill on which stands the decayed castle called
the Wartburg, where Luther translated the Holy Scriptures), I saw fearful
scenes of profanity. How has the candlestick been removed!--This afternoon
I reached Halle, where it pleased the Lord to bring me to the knowledge of
Himself, having been graciously preserved hitherto, though a spring was
found broken when I got out of the mail. I greatly needed rest, but my
heart was too full. I could not sleep. I went first to the house of the
brother, where I was first impressed, and afterwards I called on my
esteemed tutor, professor Dr. Tholuck, counsellor of the Consistory, who
received me, after seven years' separation, with his former kindness and
brotherly love. (He made me lodge with him, and gave thereby a testimony
that differences of views, concerning certain parts of God's truth, ought
not to separate the children of God; for I had written to him my mind from
Bristol two years before.)
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