I have been informed that I stated, from the pulpit last Sunday, that George Muller is my huckleberry. I deny having said this. It doesn’t sound like me. And I refuse to listen to the sermon audio in order to resolve this dispute.
Be that as it may, I do love George Muller’s story and have been immensely blessed by this portion from him –
“I saw the most important thing I had to do was to give myself to the reading of the Word of God, and to meditation on it, that thus my heart might be comforted, encouraged, warned, reproved, instructed; and that thus, by means of the Word of God, whilst meditating on it, my heart might be brought into experimental communion with the Lord. I began, therefore, to meditate on the New Testament early in the morning. The first thing I did, after having asked in a few words for the Lord’s blessing upon his precious Word, was to begin to meditate on the Word of God, searching as it were, into every verse to get blessing out of it; for the sake of obtaining food for my own soul.
The result I have found to be almost invariably thus, that after a very few minutes my soul has been led to confession, or to thanksgiving, or to intercession, or to supplication; so that, though I did not, as it were, give myself to prayer, but to meditation, yet it turned almost immediately more or less into prayer.”