Two "Prayer Tips" from George Müller:
1. Open Bible Before Him, and His Finger Upon That Promise, He would Plead That Promise, and So He
Received What He Asked
2. Müller's Discovery Was That After Meditating On Scripture He Was More Able to Experience a Meaningful
Prayertime
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1. Open Bible Before Him, and His Finger Upon That Promise, He would Plead That Promise, and So He
Received What He Asked
One of the mightiest men of prayer of the last generation was George Mueller of Bristol, England, who in the
last sixty years of his life (he lived to be ninety-two or ninety-three) obtained the English equivalent of
$7,200,000.00 by prayer. But George Mueller never prayed for a thing just because he wanted it, or even just
because he felt it was greatly needed for God's work. When it was laid upon George Mueller's heart to pray for
anything, he would search the Scriptures to find if there was some promise that covered the case. Sometimes
he would search the scriptures for days before he presented his petition to God. And then when he found the
promise, with his open Bible before him, and his finger upon that promise, he would plead that promise, and so
he received what he asked. He always prayed with an open Bible before him.
-R. A. Torrey on George Müller; "The Power of Prayer," 1924 (P. 81)
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Note: R. A. Torrey was selected by Dwight L. Moody be in charge of his Chicago Bible Institute (now known as
The Moody Bible Institute). When Dwight Moody died during an evangelistic campaign, R. A. Torrey was
chosen to be his replacement, and thereafter had a ministry of Evangelism.
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Note: In German, when you cannot write an "umlaut" letter "ü" (for instance, on many of the old-style
typewriters), you write "ue" instead. So you may see the name spelled either "Müller," "Mueller," or "Muller"
(the latter is an incorrect spelling from the German standpoint, but often English writers use it)."
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2. Müller's Discovery Was That After Meditating On Scripture He Was More Able to Experience a Meaningful
Prayertime

Back to the Cross
Watchman Nee:
We today are at the terminal period of the dispensation of grace. The hand of the clock is pointing at the
midnight hour. Now is the darkest of the night. Soon, following the gloomiest hour, the day shall dawn.
Meanwhile, the Church rushes swiftly toward apostasy, moving farther away from God: the power of darkness
is unleashed; its evil influence is as damaging in the Church as in the world. The cross of Christ is the sole light
that enlightens the current darkness. It is therefore time for the Church to go back to the cross, to the firm
foundation of God. There, sins are cleansed and self is delivered. There, the redemptive facts of God are
revealed for us to believe and enter in. There, the power of resurrection is experientially known so that the
Church may once again be the true witness of Christ on earth. It is time for God's children to seek for high life
and service, time to review the past and rededicate themselves for the days ahead.
At the closing of this age, the activities of Satan are intensified. How greatly are the children of God being
attacked, oppressed and especially deceived. Now is the time for the saints to rise up and exercise the victory
of the cross to resist and counterattack the Enemy. How fierce is the battle. Can the saints overcome without
being fully armed? Saints of God, arise, stand on the victory of Calvary, and proclaim the victory of Christ. Your
King is coming, and the days of the Enemy are numbered.
This present volume is a compilation of various writings and addresses given by Watchman Nee in the early
days of his ministry. The passage of time, however, only increases the urgency of these messages which are as
relevant today, perhaps even more so, than at the time of their first delivery. Would that God's children might
return to the cross and be true followers of Christ crucified. May the Church of God be re-awakened to her
calling as the light in the world, holding forth the word of life. May she stand in the victory of Christ and bring
back the King of kings and the Lord of lords.

A Little Boy Converts his Mother
D.L. Moody:
I remember, when on the North Side, I tried to reach a family time and again and failed. One night in the
meeting, I noticed one of the little boys of that family. He hadn't come for any good, however; he was sticking
pins in the backs of the other boys. I thought if I could get hold of him it would do good. I used always to go to
the door and shake hands with the boys, and when I got to the door and saw this little boy coming out, I shook
hands with him, and patted him on the head, and said I was glad to see him, and hoped he would come again.
He hung his head and went away. The next night, however, he came back, and he behaved better than he did
the previous night. He came two or three after, and then asked us to pray for him that he might become a
Christian. That was a happy night for me. He became a Christian, and a good one. One night I saw him weeping.
I wondered if his old temper had got hold of him again, and when he got up I wondered what he was going to
say. "I wish you would pray for my mother," he said. When the meeting was over I went to him, and asked,
"Have you ever spoken to your mother, or tried to pray with her?" "Well, you know, Mr. Moody," he replied, "I
never had an opportunity; she don't believe, and won't hear me." "Now," I said, "I want you to talk to your
mother to-night." For years I had been trying to reach her and couldn't do it.
So I urged him to talk to her that night, and I said, "I will pray for you both." When he got to the sitting-room
he found some people there, and he sat waiting for an opportunity, when his mother said it was time for him to
go to bed. He went to the door undecided. He took a step, stopped, and turned around, and hesitated for a
minute, then ran to his mother and threw his arms around her neck, and buried his face in her bosom. "What is
the matter?" she asked; she thought he was sick. Between his sobs he told his mother how for five weeks he
had wanted to be a Christian; how he had stopped swearing; how he was trying to be obedient to her, and how
happy he would be if she would be a Christian, and then went off to bed. She sat for a few minutes, but couldn't
stand it, and went up to his room. When she got to the door she heard him weeping, and praying, "O God,
convert my dear mother." She came down again, but couldn't sleep that night. Next day she told the boy to go
and ask Mr. Moody to come over and see her. He called at my place of business (I was in business then), and I
went over as quiet as I could. I found her sitting in a rocking-chair weeping. "Mr. Moody," she said, "I want to
become a Christian." "What has brought that change over you? I thought you didn't believe in it." Then she told
me how her boy had come to her, and how she hadn't slept any all night, and how her sin rose up before her
like a dark mountain. The next Sunday that boy came and led that mother into the Sabbath-school, and she
became a Christian worker.

A Boy's Story
D.L. Moody:
Some years ago, as I was about to close a prayer meeting, a young man got up and urged all those men
present that had not yet accepted of Christ, to do so that night. And in closing up his little speech, he said, "I
once had a father and mother that cared more for my soul than for anything else. At last my father died; and
when my father was dead and gone, my mother was more anxious than ever for me, and sometimes she would
come and put her loving arms around my neck, and she would just plead with me to go to Christ. She used to
tell me, after my father was dead, that she was lonesome without having me a Christian. I told her I sympathized
with her; but declared I wanted to see a little of the world. I did not want to become a Christian in early life.
Sometimes I would wake up past midnight, and would hear a voice in my mother's chamber. I would hear that
godly mother crying to God for her boy. I was her only child. I was very dear to her. At last I felt I must either
become a Christian or go away from that mother's influence; and I ran away. After I had been gone a long time,
I heard from home indirectly. I heard my mother was sick. I knew what it meant. I knew that she was pining for
me. I knew her heart was broken on account of me and my wayward life. I thought I would go home and ask my
mother to forgive me. My second thought was, if I did, I would have to go and be a Christian. I could not stay
under the same roof without becoming a Christian. My rebellious heart said, 'I will not go.' When I heard again, I
heard my mother was much worse. The thought came, supposing my mother should die, supposing I should
never see that mother again, I never could forgive myself. I started for home. There was no train to my native
village. I took the coach. I got in just after dark. The moon was shining. I had to go about a mile and a half to my
mother's house; and on my way I thought I would go by the village graveyard, and I thought I would get over the
fence, and go to the grave where my father was buried, to see if there was a new-made grave. It might be that
mother was gone. When I drew near that grave, my heart began to beat more quickly, as by the light of the
moon I saw the new-made grave. The whole story was told. The whole story was clear. My sainted mother was
gone. It was a fresh-made grave. It had just been dug. For the first time in my life this question came stealing
over me: Who was going to pray for my lost soul now? Father and mother both gone now. And, young men, I
would have given the world, if I could have called that mother back and have her put her arms around my neck,
and heard her breathe my name in prayer. But her voice was silent forever. She was gone. I knelt beside that
grave, crying that God might have mercy on me, and that God would forgive me. And I did not leave that grave
all night till the morning dawn. But before morning I believed that God, for Christ's sake, had forgiven my sins,
and that my mother's God had become my God. But, young men, I would never forgive myself. I never can. I
killed that mother. I trampled her prayers and her entreaties under my feet. I broke her heart, and sent her to her
grave. Young man, if you have a godly mother, treat her kindly."

The Great Commission

16Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. 17When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. 18Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. 19Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in[a] the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."