George Mueller was one of the most prolific Christians of the 1800’s. He completely changed the world when it came to taking care of orphans. And he did it all without asking for a single dollar. Today’s episode discusses what he described as “Real Faith.” Courtesy of Revivedthoughts.com

​“Win, and woo, and fill completely,
Till the cup o’erflow the brim;
What have we to do with idols
Who have companied with Him?”

​GEORGE MÜLLER, born in 1805, died in 1898, yet he is one of the deathless names fragrant with the love of Christ, and diffusing influence far and wide. His saintless, sanity, and wonderful work for orphans are a witness still, and a real evidence of the love of the living God. Never will this witness be out-of-date; it is as forceful in its appeal for trust to-day as it was in 1834. Especially was he eminent for his life of prayer, and by this he remembered by some who have but a vague idea of his other labours. George Müller stood to his generation as he does to us, for prayer and faith as essentials of the holy life and triumphant happiness. To all time the five great stone buildings on Ashley Down bear testimony that God hears true prayer and desires and deserves to be fully trusted. George Müller prayed about everything, and tells us that one day in early manhood he watched a friend mending one of the quill pens then in use. “Do you pray to God when you mend your pen?” he asked. “It would be as well to do so, but I cannot say that I do,” was the response. “I always do,” remarked Mr. Müller; “I mend my pen so much better.”

Later on, he was seeing some missionaries to the ship, and watched their luggage being packed into the cab. He himself counted seventeen articles, but when the cab was departing from the quay, but for his vigilance, the driver would have gone off with most of the luggage. He reflects, “Such a circumstance should teach one to make the very smallest affair a subject of prayer, as, for instance, that all the luggage might be got out of a fly.”

Taken from ​George Müller - The Man who Trusted God by J.J. Ellis

I saw the cross of Jesus,
When burdened with my sin;
I sought the cross of Jesus
To give me peace within;
I brought my sins to Jesus,
He cleansed me by His blood;
And in the cross of Jesus
I found my peace with God.

I love the cross of Jesus,
It tells me what I am--
A vile and guilty creature
Saved only thro’ the Lamb;
No righteousness or merit,
No beauty can I plead;
Yet in the cross of Jesus
My title there I read.

I clasp the cross of Jesus
In every trying hour,
My sure and certain refuge,
My never failing tower;
In every fear and conflict,
I more than conqu’ror am;
Living, I’m safe—or dying--
Thro’ Christ the risen Lamb.