<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2>
<h3>STRENGTHENED BY FAITH</h3>
<div class='cap'>ONE day the doctor coming in found me on the sofa,
and was surprised to learn that with assistance I had
walked downstairs. "Now," he said, "the best thing you
can go is to get off to the country as soon as you feel
equal to the journey. You must rusticate until you have
recovered a fair amount of health and strength, for if you
begin your work too soon the consequences may still be
serious." When he had left, as I lay very exhausted on
the sofa, I just told the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> all about it, and that I was
refraining from making my circumstances known to those
who would delight to meet my need, in order that my faith
might be strengthened by receiving help from Himself in
answer to prayer alone. What was I to do? And I waited
for His answer.</div>
<p>It seemed to me as if He were directing my mind to
the conclusion to go again to the shipping office, and inquire
about the wages I had been unable to draw. I reminded
the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> that I could not afford to take a conveyance, and
that it did not seem at all likely that I should succeed in
getting the money, and asked whether this impulse was
not a mere clutching at a straw, some mental process of
my own, rather than His guidance and teaching. After
prayer, however, and renewed waiting upon <span class="smcap">God</span>, I was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</SPAN></span>
confirmed in my belief that He Himself was teaching me
to go to the office.</p>
<p>The next question was, "How am I to go?" I had
had to seek help in coming downstairs, and the place was
at least two miles away. The assurance was brought
vividly home to me that whatever I asked of <span class="smcap">God</span> in the
name of <span class="smcap">Christ</span> would be done, that the <span class="smcap">Father</span> might
be glorified in the <span class="smcap">Son</span>; that what I had to do was to
seek strength for the long walk, to receive it by faith,
and to set out upon it. Unhesitatingly I told the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>
that I was quite willing to take the walk if He would give
me the strength. I asked in the name of <span class="smcap">Christ</span> that
the strength might be immediately given; and sending
the servant up to my room for my hat and stick, I set
out, not to <i>attempt</i> to walk, but <span class="smcap">to walk</span> to Cheapside.</p>
<p>Although undoubtedly strengthened by faith, I never
took so much interest in shop windows as I did upon that
journey. At every second or third step I was glad to
lean a little against the plate glass, and take time to
examine the contents of the windows before passing on.
It needed a special effort of faith when I got to the
bottom of Farringdon Street to attempt the toilsome ascent
of Snow Hill: there was no Holborn Viaduct in those
days, and it had to be done. <span class="smcap">God</span> did wonderfully help
me, and in due time I reached Cheapside, turned into
the by-street in which the office was found, and sat down
much exhausted on the steps leading to the first floor,
which was my destination. I felt my position to be a
little peculiar—sitting there on the steps, so evidently
spent—and the gentlemen who rushed up and downstairs
looked at me with an inquiring gaze. After a
little rest, however, and a further season of prayer, I
succeeded in climbing the staircase, and to my comfort
found in the office the clerk with whom I had hitherto<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</SPAN></span>
dealt in the matter. Seeing me looking pale and exhausted,
he kindly inquired as to my health, and I told
him that I had had a serious illness, and was ordered
to the country, but thought it well to call first, and make
further inquiry, lest there should have been any mistake
about the mate having run off to the gold diggings.
"Oh," he said, "I am so glad you have come, for it turns
out that it was an able seaman of the same name that ran
away. The mate is still on board; the ship has just
reached Gravesend, and will be up very soon. I shall
be glad to give you the half-pay up to date, for doubtless
it will reach his wife more safely through you. We all
know what temptations beset the men when they arrive at
home after a voyage."</p>
<p>Before, however, giving me the sum of money, he
insisted upon my coming inside and sharing his lunch. I
felt it was the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> indeed who was providing for me, and
accepted his offer with thankfulness. When I was refreshed
and rested, he gave me a sheet of paper to write a few lines
to the wife, telling her of the circumstances. On my way
back I procured in Cheapside a money order for the balance
due to her, and posted it; and returning home again, felt
myself now quite justified in taking an omnibus as far as it
would serve me.</p>
<p>Very much better the next morning, after seeing to
some little matters that I had to settle, I made my way to
the surgery of the doctor who had attended me, feeling
that, although my uncle was prepared to pay the bill, it
was right for me, now that I had some money in hand, to
ask for the account myself. The kind surgeon refused to
allow me, as a medical student, to pay anything for his
attendance: but he had supplied me with quinine, which
he allowed me to pay for to the extent of eight shillings.
When that was settled, I saw that the sum left was just<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</SPAN></span>
sufficient to take me home; and to my mind the whole
thing seemed a wonderful interposition of <span class="smcap">God</span> on my
behalf.</p>
<p>I knew that the surgeon was sceptical, and told him that
I should very much like to speak to him freely, if I might
do so without offence; that I felt that under <span class="smcap">God</span> I owed
my life to his kind care, and wished very earnestly that he
himself might become a partaker of the same precious faith
that I possessed. So I told him my reason for being in
London, and about my circumstances, and why I had
declined the help of both my father and the officers of the
Society in connection with which it was probable that I
should go to China. I told him of the recent providential
dealings of <span class="smcap">God</span> with me, and how apparently hopeless
my position had been the day before, when he had ordered
me to go to the country, unless I would reveal my need,
which I had determined not to do. I described to him
the mental exercises I had gone through; but when I
added that I had actually got up from the sofa and walked
to Cheapside, he looked at me incredulously, and
"Impossible! Why, I left you lying there more like a
ghost than a man." And I had to assure him again and
again that, strengthened by faith, the walk had really been
taken. I told him also what money was left to me, and
what payments there had been to make, and showed him
that just sufficient remained to take me home to Yorkshire,
providing for needful refreshment by the way and the
omnibus journey at the end.</p>
<p>My kind friend was completely broken down, and said
with tears in his eyes, "I would give all the world for a
faith like yours." I, on the other hand, had the joy of
telling him that it was to be obtained without money and
without price. We never met again. When I came back
to town, restored to health and strength, I found that he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</SPAN></span>
had had a stroke, and left for the country; and I subsequently
learned that he never rallied. I was able to
gain no information as to his state of mind when taken
away; but I have always felt very thankful that I had the
opportunity, and embraced it, of bearing that testimony for
<span class="smcap">God</span>. I cannot but entertain the hope that the <span class="smcap">Master</span>
Himself was speaking to him through His dealings with
me, and that I shall meet him again in the Better Land.
It would be no small joy to be welcomed by him, when
my own service is over.</p>
<p>The next day found me in my dear parents' home. My
joy in the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>'s help and deliverance was so great that
I was unable to keep it to myself, and before my return to
London my dear mother knew the secret of my life for
some time past. I need scarcely say that when I went up
again to town I was not allowed to live—as, indeed, I was
not fit to live—on the same economical lines as before
my illness. I needed more now, and the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> did provide.</p>
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