God's Smuggler

by Brother Andrew

It was as though every individual in that room sensed that God was very close, and in the delight of His company wanted nothing, needed nothing, except occasionally to express the joy bubbling up inside.

In the years of living this life of faith, I have never known God’s care to fail.

Funny how long it took us to learn the simple fact that God really is a Father, as displeased with a cramped, niggardly attitude of lack as with its opposite failing of acquisitiveness.

A group is the right size, I would guess, when each member can pray every day for every other member, individually and by name, interceding for his personal needs as well as for the success of a particular mission.

I have always said that if I, an uneducated Dutchman—you know I never officially graduated from high school or Bible school—can do these things, then anyone can do them. If, that is, you are led by God and live and work by faith.