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Treasures of the Kingdom, Number 12 (April 2001) | Timeless Truths Publications

Adapted from Touching Incidents: Children’s Edition

A Believing Prayer—and How It Was Answered

A True Story

Two sisters, the younger about five years of age, went each Saturday morning to get chips and shaving from a cooper shop (where barrels are made). One morning with the basket well filled, they were returning home when the elder one was taken suddenly sick. She was in so great pain that she couldn’t walk, much less carry the basket home. So she sat down upon it, while her younger sister held her from falling.

The street was a lonely one occupied by workshops and factories. Every one was busy within; not a person was seen on the street. Looking around, the little girls were at a loss what to do. Too timid to go into any workshop, they sat a while, as quiet as the distressing pains would allow.

Soon the elder girl said, “You know, Annie, Mother has told us that if we ever got into trouble we should pray, and God would help us. Now you help me to get down upon my knees, and hold me up, and we will pray.” So there, on the sidewalk, the two little children asked God to send someone to help them home.

When the simple short prayer was ended, the sick girl was again helped up, and sat on the basket to await the answer to their prayer. Presently Annie saw, far down the street on the opposite side, a man come out from a factory, look up and down the street and go back into the factory.

“Oh, sister, he has gone in again,” said Annie.

“Well,” said Vanie, “perhaps he is not the one God is going to send. If he is he will come back again.”

“There he comes again,” said Annie. “He walks this way and seems to be looking for something. He walks slow, and is without his hat. He puts his hand to his head, as if he did not know what to do. Oh, sister, he has gone in again; what shall we do?”

“That may not be the one whom God will send to help us,” said Vanie. “If he is, he will come out again.”

“Oh, yes, there he is; this time with his hat on,” said Annie. “He comes this way; he walks slowly, looking around on every side. He does not see us; perhaps the trees hide us. Now he sees us, and is coming quickly.”

A brawny German came near and asked in broken accents, “Oh, children, what is the matter?”

“Oh, sir,” said Annie, “Sister is so sick; she cannot walk and we cannot get home.”

“Where do you live, my dear?”

“At the end of this street; you can see the house from here.”

“Never mind,” said the man. “I takes you home.” So the strong man gathered up the sick child in his arms, and carried her to the place pointed out by the younger girl. Annie ran around the house to tell her mohter that there was a man at the front door wishing to see her. The astonished mother, with a mixture of surprise and joy, took charge of the precious burden and the child was laid upon a bed.

The mother thanked the man, but he continued to stand uncertainly on the steps. She repeated her thanks and finally said, “Would you like me to pay you for bringing my child home?”

“Oh, no,” said he with tears, “God pays me! God pays me! I would like to tell you something, but I speak English so poorly that I fear you will not understand.” The mother assured him that she was used to the German and could understand him very well.

“I am the owner of an ink factory,” said he. “My men work by the piece, so I keep separate accounts with each. I pay them every Saturday and at twelve o’clock they will be at my desk for their money. This week I have had many hindrances and was behind with my accounts. I was working hard at them with the sweat on my face, in my great anxiety to be ready in time. Suddenly I could not see the figures; the words in the book all ran together, and I had a plain impression on my mind that some one in the street wished to see me. I went out, looked up and down the street, but seeing no one, went back to my desk and wrote a little. Presently the darkness was greater than before, and the impression stronger than before, that someone in the street needed me.

“Again I went out, looked up and down the street, walked a little way, puzzled to know what this meant. Was my hard work and were the cares of business driving me out of my wits? Unable to solve the mystery I turned again into my shop and to my desk.

“This time my fingers refused to grasp the pen. I found myself unable to write at all; but the impression was stronger than ever on my mind, that someone needed my help. A voice seemed to say: ‘Why don’t you go out as I tell you? There is need of your help.’ This time I took my hat on going out, resolved to stay till I found out whether I was losing my senses, or there was duty for me to do. I walked some distance without seeing anyone, and was more and more puzzled, till I came opposite the children, and found that there was indeed need of my help. I cannot understand it, madam.”

As the noble German was about to leave the house, Annie had the courage to say, “Oh, Mother, we prayed.” Thus the mystery was solved, and with tear-stained cheeks, a heaving breast, and a humble grateful heart, the kind man went back to his accounts.