A Home Missionary from Brooklyn called one day upon an editor to gather some tracts for distribution which he had published.  The editor became interested in the story of his visits among the poor, and though at first not specially moved to give money at that time, yet toward the last, putting his hand into his pocket he pulled out all the bills there were there, $4, and gave them to the missionary with these words:  “There is something which may come useful.”  The gift was all forgotten until a few days afterward the missionary returned and said to the editor, “After I left you I received a letter from a poor lady who had been owing money for rent for several months, which she could not possibly pay.  That very morning the landlord came and said that if she could only raise $4 he would excuse the rest; but she did not have the $4.  I did not know where to get it.  I happened to drop in to see you; did not tell you anything of the need, and asked for nothing; yet you gave me the exact $4 to answer that poor woman’s prayer.”

An infinite Creator and God had brought these circumstances together in this exact way.  Neither the editor nor missionary had ever met before.  The missionary did not know that the lady was in distress.  Who was it that sent the landlord to the lady and fixed that amount of $4 in his mind?  Who was it that sent the home missionary to the office of a person he had never seen or known?  Who was it that knew of the $4 waiting in that pocket and prompted that hand to take it out and give it away?  Who was it that led that missionary to obtain and send relief just as she was praying for that special amount?

Was it chance or science?  No, No.  It was the will of a loving God.

“AUNT SALLY’S” FAITH.

“‘Aunt Sally,’ says the American Messenger, was a devout, working, trustful Christian.  Her husband was a cripple, almost helpless, an unbeliever, and to some extent an opposer of religion.  They lived alone.  The severity of a northern winter was upon them, and in spite of her best exertions their stock of fuel was scarcely a day’s supply.

“‘What can be done?’ was the anxious inquiry of the unbelieving husband as they were rising from their bed.  ‘The Lord will provide,’ was ’Aunt Sally’s’ cheerful reply.  ’I know you always say so, and so it has always proved,’ was the answer of her unbelieving companion; ’but I see no way in which we can be provided for now.’  ‘Nor do I,’ said ‘Aunt Sally.’  ‘But help will come.  God will not desert us.’

“That winter’s morning had not passed when their son, who had been a soldier in the Mexican war, entered the door.  It had been long since they had heard from him, and they feared he was not alive.  The sun went down upon an abundant supply of fuel, cut in the forest by the strong arms of the soldier-boy, and drawn to the door by means of his procuring.  The unbelieving husband and father declared he would never be distrustful again.