A Prayer Inspiration

Actually, two of my heroes!

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 chartroom 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.