It's hard to put into words what I felt in my heart. There were the buildings that I had seen so many pictures of. The magnificent gray structures I had looked forward to visiting for over 50 years. The orphanages that housed and fed thousands of homeless boys and girls. The annals of church history opened before my eyes. I got out of the taxi and stood there - gazing, speechless, grateful to God that I was able to be there.
Yes, it was a dream come true! Perhaps many of you find it hard to understand my fascination with the man, the miracle, the monuments to God's faithfulness. I can't explain it. I can only say that my whole life, ministry and way of doing things over the last half century has been shaped by George Muller, the man who simply trusted God.
It amazed me that so many people in Bristol have no idea who Muller was and what God did through him in the lives of so many orphans.
After leaving Ashley Down, I took the bus to within walking distance of The George Muller Foundation where the Executive Director, Julian Marsh, and his staff showed me such Christian love and hospitality.
That was two weeks ago tonight! I have to pinch myself to remind myself that it even happened. What an incredible trip! What a tonic to my faith! What a testimony to a God who still provides today!
As I retraced my steps I had to come down to my computer and post these ramblings thoughts. After all, isn't that what scribbling pilgrims do.
Thank you, Father, for allowing me to make this journey! What a blessing it was!
NOTE: I'm using this photo of one of the orphanage buildings as my desktop background on my computer as a reminder of my journey! GOD IS GOOD!
Dear David...As you do post these "ramblings" when they come to your heart and mind. it is surely like we had been standing there with you when you went on your dream trip. If you posted just a story to tell and were not showing your true feelings at the moment then it would be all so cold and stiff, but when you are actually in the joy of the moment remembering what you were feeling as you gazed at those buildings and thought of the thousands of chldren who had entered the doors and came out of them, actually many of them having been born again because of George Muller , the the story is as fresh as the morning dew.
ReplyDeleteSo delighted are we to be able to read it....From Terry