How wonderful if he should fail to bless
Expectant prayer with good success!"

VIII

OUR GOD OF THE IMPOSSIBLE

"Behold I am the Lord, . . . is there _anything_ too
hard for ME?" (Jer. 32:27.)

"Ah, Lord God! there is _nothing_ too wonderful
for thee" (Jer. 32:17, margin).

THE following illustration of the truth, "What is impossible with man is
possible with God," occurred while we were attending the Keswick
Convention in England, in 1910.

One evening my husband returned from an evening meeting, which I had not
attended, and told me of a woman who had come to him in great distress.
She had been an earnest Christian worker, but love for light, trashy
fiction had so grown upon her as to work havoc in her Christian life.
She had come to Keswick three years in succession, hoping to get
victory, but had failed.

My whole soul went out to the poor woman; I longed to help her. But Mr.
Goforth did not know her name, and the tent had been so dark he could
not recognize her again; besides, there were about four thousand people
attending the convention. That night I lay awake asking the Lord, if he
knew I could help her, to bring us together, for I, too, had at one
time been almost wrecked on the same rock.

Three evenings later the tent was so crowded that I found difficulty in
getting a seat. Just as the meeting was about to begin, I noticed a
woman change her seat twice, and then rise a third time and come to
where I was, asking me to make room for her. I crowded the others in the
seat and made room for her--I fear not too graciously. While Mr. F. B.
Meyer was speaking I noticed she was in great distress, her tears
falling fast. I laid my hand on hers, and she grasped it convulsively.
At the close of the meeting I said, "Can I help you?"

"Oh, no," she replied, "there is no hope for me; it is those cursed
novels that have been my ruin."

I looked at her in amazement, and almost gasped: "Are you the one who
spoke to Mr. Goforth Saturday night?"

"Yes; but who are you?"

Scarcely able to speak for emotion, I told her, and also of my prayer.
For the next few moments we could only weep together. Then the Lord used
me to lead the poor crushed and broken soul back to himself. As we
parted, a few days later, her face was beaming with the joy of the
Lord.

While addressing a gathering of Christians in Glasgow I was giving a
certain incident, the point