A look back at our old posts in coming to a new section

Well, we have finished the section called, ‘Examples of Wisdom in Ordinary Lives’.  But before I tell you what we will be reading next, I will look back through our archives and share with you some of the stories, one from each older section.  Let me tell you also that I have enjoyed posting stories with and hearing comments from you all.  It has been a wonderful journey looking at all these God-glorifying and truthful articles and sharing them on the web.  And now, here are the stories, one from each section. – Hentycrew

Illustrations of Providence, No. 2

The Watchword

In one of the great rock-galleries of Gibraltar, two British sailors mounted guard; one at each end of the vast tunnel.  One was a believing man whose soul had found rest upon the Rock of Ages; the other was seeking rest but had not found it.  It was midnight, and these soldiers were going their rounds, the one meditating on the blood which had brought peace to his soul, the other darkly brooding over his own disquietudes and doubts.  Suddenly an officer passes, challenges the former and demands the watchword.  “The precious blood of Christ!” called out the startled veteran, forgetting for a moment the password of the night, and uttering unconsciously the thought which at that instant was filling his soul.  Next moment he corrected himself, and the officer, no doubt amazed, passed on.  The words he spoke had rung through the gallery, and entered the ears of his fellow-soldier at the other end, like a message from heaven.  It seemed as if an angel had spoken, or rather as if God himself had proclaimed the good news in that still hour.  “The precious blood of Christ!”  Yes, that was peace!  His troubled soul was now at rest.  That midnight voice had spoken the good news to him, and God had carried home the message, “The precious blood of Christ!”  Strange but blessed watchword!-never to be forgotten.  For many a day and a year, no doubt, it would be the joy and rejoicing of his heart.

Noble Types of Godly Women, No. 2

The Countess of Huntingdon

As my mother grew better she frequently took me with herself to the Pump Room, and she sometimes told me anecdotes[stories] of those she had seen there when she was a child.

On one occasion when the room was thronged with company, a simple, humble woman dressed in the garb of the Society of Friends, walked in to the midst of the assembly and began to address them on the vanity and follies of the world, and the insufficiency of worldliness against spiritual religion.  The company seemed taken by surprise, and their attention was arrested for a few moments.  As the speaker proceeded and spoke more and more against the customs of the  world, signs of disapprobation appeared.  Amongst those present was one lady with a stern yet high-toned expression of countenance, she sat erect and listened to the speaker.  The impatience of the hearers soon became unrestrained, as the Quaker spoke of giving up the world and its pleasures, hisses, groans, and cries of, “Down, down!” burst from every quarter.  Then the lady I have described arose with dignity, and, slowly passing through the crowd, she went up to the speaker and thanked her, in her own name and in that of all present, for the faithfulness with which she had born testimony to the truth.  The lady added, “I am not of your persuasion, nor has it been my belief that our women are generally deputed to be public teachers; but God who gives the will can make the exception, and he has indeed put it in the hearts of all His children to honour fidelity to His commission.  Again I gratefully thank you.”  Side by side with the Quaker she walked to the door of the Pump Room, and then resumed her seat.  This lady was none other then the celebrated Countess of Huntingdon.

Examples of Wisdom in Ordinary Lives, No. 8

The Two Roses

Being with my friend in a garden, we gathered each of us a rose.  He handled his tenderly; smelt it but seldom, and sparingly.  I always kept mine to my nose, or squeezed it in my hand; whereby, in a very short time, it lost both its colour and sweetness; but his still remained sweet and fragrant.  These roses, said I, are the true emblems of the best and sweetest enjoyments in the world – which, being moderately and cautiously used and enjoyed, may for a long time yield sweetness to the possessor of them; but if once the affections seize too greedily upon them, and squeeze them too hard, they quickly wither in our hands.  It is a point of excellent wisdom, to keep the golden bridle of moderation upon all the affections we exercise on earthly things; and never to let slip the reins of the affections, unless they move toward God, in the love of whom there is no danger of excess.

True love is self sacrificial love and the only way we can learn that, is by first loving God. – Hentycrew

Thank you for reading, and our next section will be outlined in the next post. – Hentycrew


About William Moore

I am a Christian, saved and living by God's grace. I am doing this blog on a book called, "The World of Religious Anecdote," or, as I like to call it, "Christian Anecdotes." The reason why I am doing this blog, on a book, instead of about myself, is because there are so many unedifying things in the world, so that we, as Christians, need to take the world and subdue it for our Lord. I believe and hope that is what I am doing here, in this blog. I try to do my posts twice a week, in order to keep the flow going. I hope you enjoy reading, learning, and sharing this book, "Christian Anecdotes."
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