Page 52 - Living Epistles

“But can you name one other person who lives this life?” his father asked.
“George Muller,” Rees answered. “But he is dead. Must you call the dead back
to help you?” was the quick reply. “Well,” Rees answered, “Don’t you believe
the words of the Savior, ‘Take neither purse nor scrip... the laborer is worthy
of his hire?” That quotation seemed to convince his father, who merely added,
“I was only bringing you that message.”

While he was speaking, the postman arrived with a letter for Rees. It was from
Mr. Gosset, offering him a position in the London City Mission, and saying
that he would have a salary of 100 pounds a year. He added the words, “Those
who preach the gospel should live of the gospel,” and underlined them. Rees
could see his father’s countenance changing. He was plainly thinking, “How
fortunate he is; everything turns out in his favor.” “You see that?” he said to
Rees. “Those who preach the gospel should live of the gospel!” “Certainly,”
Rees answered, “and those who preach faith should live by faith!” The victory
was won, his father broke out laughing, and within half an hour the Lord sent
the deliverance he needed. It was a good beginning to forty years of praying
and abundantly proving the Lord’s prayer, “Give us this day our daily bread.”

Break...

Some time later Rees Howells was married and was directed to go to Africa as
a missionary. Following is where the narrative picks up.

Standing in the Queue

About a week before they sailed, they received money from the mission to pay
their expenses to London, but they needed some things for their outfitting,
and once again the rule was applied - first need, first claim.

“There is always a tendency to keep money, so as to get out of God’s testings,”
said Mr. Howells, “and we tried our best to do it this time! Anyway, we had to
spend the money, and all the people of the place thought we were well
supplied. So we were, up to that week, and we thought money would be sure
to come the day before we were to leave for London; but the last post came
and no money, and our train was leaving before the post the next morning...”

“We felt sure it would come on the station platform, but no, the time came for
the train to leave. What were we to do? There was only one thing possible. We
still had ten shillings, and we must go as far as we could with it; then our