Rev. E. Anderson
GUIDANCE BY THE PROVIDENCE OF GOD.
In my district there was a boarding-house for travellers, which I visited. Among others I met there was a youth named Peter McGhee, to whom I often spoke about his soul, but who did not then decide for Christ. Many years after, when travelling with my husband, we had one occasion one day to wait at a little station near into conversation with a woman in the waiting-room. As he was speaking to her, I observed a man listening at the door, and asked him if he would come inside, which he was quite ready to do. Upon my husband asking him if he were a Christian, he said very decidedly that he was. My husband took a few little books out of his pocket to give to this man, and, in so doing, he was strangely led to slip a half-crown into one of them.
As the man looked through the books, the piece of money dropped on the floor. He I exclaimed, ‘Thank God! I never meant to tell I anyone but I must tell you. As I passed through this village just now, I went in to see a poor I widow, and found her in great distress. On asking the reason, she said that she had not the money to pay the rent, and she had never missed before. Asked as to how much it was, she replied ‘Half a crown!”
I am but a labourer myself, and have nothing to spare, but I felt I must give the poor widow the money; at the same time I wrote on a slip of paper, The Lord will provide,” and here I have only walked up to the station, and He has given it hack to me.’
Going the same way, we travelled together. My husband asked our friend if he had ever been to Newburgh, my native village. He said, ‘No, but there is a young man works alongside of me, a very bright Christian, who was converted through one of Mr. Mitchell’s daughters named Jeannie; do you know her?’
Mr. Scroggie said, ‘I do, as she happens to be my wife, and sits by my side.’
You will guess I was eager to know the young man’s name, and was told it was Peter McGhee. We never had met before, never have seen him since; we never even knew his name, but in the providence of God we had to cross each other’s path in this remarkable way that I might enter into the joy of past sowing.
Mrs. James J. Scroggie
