An Hour with George Mueller
The Man of Faith to Whom God Gave Millions
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An eyewitness account of an interview with Müller near the end of his life, first published by Zondervan Publishing House in 1939 (ed. A. Sims); no U.S. renewal has been found on record. Page numbers here are this original 1939 edition's own printed pagination (pp. 5–18).
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1 An Hour With George
Mueller
The Man of Faith to Whom God Gave
Millions
P astor Charles R. Parsons describes an
hour's interview with George Mueller
toward the close of his life:
A warm summer day found me slowly
walking up the shady groves of Ashley Hill,
Bristol. At the top there met my gaze the
immense buildings which shelter over two
thousand orphans, built by a man who has
given to the world the most striking object
lesson in faith it has ever seen.
The first house was on the right, and there
among his own people, in plain, unpretentious
apartments, lived the saintly patriarch, George
Mueller. Passing the lodge gate, I paused a
moment to look at House No. 3, one of the five
erected at a cost of $600,000.
The bell was answered by an orphan who
conducted me up a lofty stone staircase and
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into one of the private rooms of the venerable
founder of that great institution. Mr. Mueller
had attained the remarkable age of ninety-one.
As I stood in his presence, veneration filled my
mind. "Thou shalt rise up before the hoary
head, and honor the face of the old man" (Lev.
19:32).
He received me with a cordial handshake
and bade we welcome. It is something merely
to see a man by whom God has accomplished a
mighty work: it is more to hear the tones of his
voice; far greater than either is the privilege of
being brought into immediate contact with his
spirit and of feeling the warm breath of his soul
breathed into one's own.
The communion of that hour will be graven
on my memory while life shall last. This servant
of the Most High opened his heart to me,
counseled me, prayed with me, and gave me
his blessing.
In that hour the source of George Mueller's
great spiritual strength was clearly made
manifest. The aged saint with all his faculties
unimpaired, was eloquent the whole time on
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one theme, the praise of Jehovah, the great
Hearer and Answerer of His people's prayers.
My own words were few.
"You have always found the Lord faithful to
His promise, Mr. Mueller?"
"Always! He has never failed me! For nearly
seventy years every need, in connection with this work
has been supplied. The orphans from the first until
now have numbered nine thousand five
hundred, but they have never wanted a meal.
Hundreds of times we have commenced the
day without a penny, but our Heavenly Father
has sent supplies the moment they were
actually required. There never was a time when
we had no wholesome meal. During all these
years I have been enabled to trust in the living
God alone. In answer to prayer $7,500,000 have
been sent to me. We have needed as much as
$200,000 in one year, and it has all come when
needed. No man can ever say I asked him for a
penny. We have no committees, no collectors,
no voting, and no endowment. All has come in
answer to believing prayer. God has many ways of
moving the hearts of men all over the world to
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help us. While I am praying He speaks to one
and another on this continent and on that to
send us help. Only the other evening, while I
was preaching, a gentleman wrote a check for a
large amount and handed it to me when the
service was over."
"I have read your life, Mr. Mueller, and
noted how greatly your faith has been tried at
times. Is it so now?"
"My faith is tried, as much as ever, and my
difficulties are greater than ever. Besides our
financial responsibilities, suitable helpers have
to be found constantly, and suitable places
provided for hundreds of orphans constantly
leaving the homes. Then often our funds run
very low. Only the other week we had come
nearly to the end of our supplies. I called my
beloved helpers together and said to them,
'Pray, brethren, pray!' Immediately five
hundred dollars was sent us, then a thousand,
and in a few days seven thousand five hundred
came in. But always we have to be praying,
always believing. Oh, it is good to trust in the
living God, for He hath said, 'I will never leave
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thee, nor forsake thee' (Heb. 13:5). Expect great
things from God, and great things you will
have. There is no limit to what He is able to do.
Praises for ever to His glorious name! Praise
Him for everything! I have praised Him many
times when He sent me ten cents, and I have
praised Him when He has sent me sixty
thousand dollars."
"I suppose you have never contemplated a
reserve fund?"
"To do so would be an act of the greatest
folly. How could I pray if I had reserves? God
would say, 'Bring out those reserves, George
Mueller.' Oh no, I never thought of such a
thing. Our reserve fund is in Heaven. The living
God is our sufficiency. I have trusted Him for one
dollar, I have trusted Him for thousands, and never
trusted in vain. 'Blessed is the man that trusteth
in Him'" (Ps. 34:8).
"Of course you have never thought of
saving for yourself?"
Not easily nor soon shall I forget the
dignified manner in which I was answered by
this mighty man of faith. Hitherto he had been
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sitting opposite me with his knees close to
mine, his hands clasped, his eyes betokening a
calm, quiet, meditative spirit. Most of the time
he had leaned forward, his gaze directed on the
floor. But now he sat erect, and for several
moments searched my face, with an earnestness
that seemed to penetrate my very soul. There
was a grandeur and majesty about those
undimmed eyes, so accustomed to spiritual
visions and to looking into the deep things of
God. I do not know whether the question
sounded to him as a sordid one, or whether it
touched a lingering remnant of "the old self" to
which he alludes in his discourses. In any
event, there was not a shadow of doubt but that
it roused his whole being. After a 'brief pause,
during which his face was a sermon and the
depths of his clear eyes flashed fire, he
unbuttoned his coat and drew from his pocket
an old-fashioned purse with rings in the middle
separating the character of the coins. Placing it
in my hands he said quietly, "All I am
possessed of is in that purse—every penny!
Save for myself? Never! When money is sent to
me for my own use, I pass it on to God. As
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much as five thousand dollars has thus been
sent at one time; but I do not regard such gifts
as belonging to me; they belong to Him, whose I
am and whom I serve. Save for myself? I dare
not save; it would dishonor my loving,
gracious, all-bountiful Father."
I handed the purse back to Mr. Mueller. He
told me the sum it contained, and what he
himself had given to the Orphanage and the
Scripture Knowledge Institution. These matters,
however, together with a few others, I am not at
liberty to disclose.
There was a glow of holy enthusiasm in the
face of this aged, faithful man as he related
some of the incidents pertaining to his
preaching tours in forty-two different countries*
and how in traveling from place to place—in
some instances thousands of miles apart—his
every need had been supplied. Hundreds of
thousands of men and women of almost every
nation had come to hear him, and his great
themes were the simple message of salvation
* Mr. Mueller began his travels when he was 70 and
continued until he was 87 (from 1875 to 1892).
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and the encouragement of believers to trust in
the living God. He told me that he prayed more
about his sermons than anything else and that
often the text was not given him until he had
ascended the pulpit stairs, although he had
been praying for it all week.
I asked him if he spent much time on his
knees.
"Hours every day. But I live in the spirit of
prayer; I pray as I walk, when I lie down, and when I
rise. And the answers are always coming. Tens of
thousands of times my prayers have been
answered. When once I am persuaded a thing is
right, I go on praying for it until the end comes.
I never give up!"
These words were spoken in an exulting
tone. There was a ring of triumph in them, and
the man's countenance was aglow with holy
joy. He had risen from his seat while uttering
them and had walked around to the side of the
table.
"In answer to my prayers, thousands of souls have
been saved," he went on. "I shall meet tens of
thousands of them in heaven."
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There was another pause. I made no
remark, and he continued: "The great point is to
never give up until the answer comes. I have been
praying every day for fifty-two years for two
men, sons of a friend of my youth. They are not
converted yet, but they will be! How can it be
otherwise? There is the unchanging promise of
Jehovah, and on that I rest. The great fault of
the children of God is that they do not continue
in prayer; they do not go on praying; they do
not persevere. If they desire anything for God's
glory, they should pray until they get it.
"Oh, how good, kind, gracious, and
condescending is the One with whom we have
to do! He has given me, unworthy as I am,
immeasurably above all I have asked or
thought! I am only a poor, frail, sinful man, but
He has heard my prayers tens of thousands of
times and used me as the means of bringing
tens of thousands of souls into the way of truth
in this and other lands. These unworthy lips
have proclaimed salvation to great multitudes,
and very many people have believed unto
eternal life."
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I asked Mr. Mueller whether when he first
began the work he had any idea whereunto it
would grow. After speaking of its
commencement in Wilson Street, he answered,
"I only knew that God was in it and was
leading His child into untried and untrodden
paths. The assurance of His presence was my
stay."
"I cannot help noticing the way you speak
of yourself," I said, conscious that I was
approaching a subject at once tender, sacred,
and closely allied with his deepest spiritual
moods and personal relationship to God, and I
half reproached myself as soon as the words
were uttered. He disarmed my fears by
exclaiming, "There is only one thing I deserve,
and that is Hell! I tell you, my brother, that is
the only thing I deserve. By nature I am a lost
man, but I am sinner saved by the grace of God.
Though by nature a sinner, I do not live in sin. I
hate sin; I hate it more and more, and love
holiness more and more."
"I suppose through all these long years in
your work for God, you have met with much to
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discourage you," I said.
"I have met with many discouragements,
but at all times my confidence has been in
God," was the reply. "On the word of Jehovah's
promise my soul rested! Oh, it is good to trust
in Him; His Word never returns void! 'He
giveth power to the faint, and to them that
have no might, He increaseth strength' (Isaiah
40: 29). This applies also to my public
ministrations. Sixty-two years ago I preached a
poor, dry, barren sermon with no comfort to
myself and, as I imagined, with no comfort to
others. But a long time afterwards I heard of
nineteen distinct cases of blessing resulting
from that sermon."
I told him a few of the things that had
discouraged me, and I expressed a hope to be
used more of God than ever.
"And you will be used of God, my brother,"
he exclaimed. "God Himself will bless you! Toil
on!"
"May I venture to ask you to give me a
word of special counsel in regard to my own
work for God," I asked, "that I may pass it on to
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other Christian toilers in the great harvest field
of souls?"
"Seek to depend entirely on God for
everything," he answered. "Put yourself and
your work into His hands. When thinking of
any new undertaking, ask, Is this agreeable to the
mind of God? Is it for His glory? If it is not for His
glory, it is not for your good, and you must
have nothing to do with it. Mind that! Having
settled that a certain course is for the glory of
God, begin it in His name and continue in it to
the end. Undertake it in prayer and faith, and
never give up!
"And do not regard iniquity in your heart. If
you do, the Lord will not hear you. Keep that
before you always. Then trust in God. Depend
only on Him. Wait on Him. Believe on Him.
Expect great things from Him. Faint not if the
blessing tarries. And above all, rely only on the
merits of our adorable Lord and Saviour, so
that according to them and to nothing of your
own, the prayers you offer and the work you do
be accepted."
I had no word of answer. What was there to
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say? My eyes were filled with tears, and my
heart was overflowing, and besides—There was
the speechless awe that dared not move, And
all the silent heaven of love.
From another room Mr. Mueller fetched a
copy of his life, in which he inscribed my name.
His absence afforded me an opportunity of
looking around the apartment. The furniture
was of the plainest description, useful and in
harmony with the man of God who had been
talking to me. It is a great principle with George
Mueller that it does not become the children of God
to be ostentatious in style, appointment, dress, or
manner of living. He believes that expensiveness
and luxury are not seemly in those who are the
professed disciples of the meek and lowly One
who had no place to lay His head. On a desk
lay an open Bible of clear type without notes or
references.
This, I thought, is the abode of the mightiest
man, spiritually considered, of modern times—
a man especially raised up to show to a cold,
calculating, selfish age the realities of the things
of God and to teach the Church how much she
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might gain if only she were wise enough to take
hold of the omnipotent arm of God.
I had been with this prince of prayer one
whole hour, and only once had there come a
knock at his door. It was opened by Mr.
Mueller, and there stood one of his orphans—
one of the largest family on earth—a fair-haired
girl. "My dear," said he, "I cannot attend to you
just now. Wait awhile and I will see you." Thus
was I privileged to remain uninterrupted with
this man of faith, this prevailer with God, this
traveler of ninety-one years along life's rough
pilgrimage—a man who, like Moses, talks to
God as a man talketh to his friend. To me it was
as one of the hours of Heaven come down to
earth.
His prayer was short and simple. Going to
his knees he said, "O Lord, bless this dear
servant now before Thee more and more, more
and more, more and more! And do Thou graciously
guide his pen in what he may write in regard to
this Thy work and our conversation today. I ask
it through the merits of Thy dear Son, our Lord
and Saviour Jesus Christ. Amen!"
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