‘•Brother John, if the L.ord were to give nio
wings I'd liy,” John's reply was; "Brother
Charles, if the Lord told me to fly. I'd do
it, and leave him to And the wings.”
George Whitfield had thre- troubles: Re
jection from the pulpits of England be
cause he was too dramatic—that was one
trouble; strabismus. «»r the crersing ot his
eyes that subjected him to the caricature of
a!! th suai; wits oi foe day; vermin and
dead animals thrown ut him while he
preached oa tho commons—that made three
trembles. Ncverthek s., his sermons were
to buoyant that a little child dying soon
aft t hearing him preai h said in the inter
vals of pain: “Let me go to Mr. White
field’s God.” Oh, lam so glad that Ben.dah
of my text was not the only one who tri
umphed over a lion m a pit on a snowy
day.
Notice in mv text a victory over bad
weather. It was a. snowy day, when one’s i
vitality is at tt low ebb, and the spirits ar-- :
naturally d«*pr.*sucd, and one docs not feel
like undertaking a great enterprise, when ,
ffe-naiuh rubs his hands togetii r to warm
tb-in i>v extra Metlon, or tbn Im bls
arms around him to re vive circulation of the
blood, and then rocs at the lion, which was
all tho m ire tierce and ravenous because
of the sharp wo.-atli r. Insoiration here ad
mits atmospheric hindrance. The snowy
day at Valley Forge well nigh put an end
to the struggle for American independence.
