“I think it an honour, and I feel it a comfort, to be in that very station of life which my Saviour Jesus Christ was in before me. He did not come into the world as one that was rich and great, but as a poor man, who had not where to lay his head. I feel a blessing in my poverty, because Jesus, like me, was poor. Had I been a rich man, perhaps I should never have known nor loved him. ‘For not many mighty, not many noble, are called.’ God’s people are chiefly found among the base things of the world, and things which are despised. This makes my poverty to be my comfort.
“Besides, hath not God chosen the poor of this world, rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them that love him? This thought makes my poverty also to be my honour.
“Moreover, to the poor the gospel was and is preached, and to my heart’s delight I find it to be true, every Sunday of my life. And is it not plain, all the neighbourhood through, that while so many of our rich farmers, and tradesmen, and squires, are quite careless, or set their faces against the ways of God, and are dead to everything that is gracious and holy; a great number of the poorest people are converted and live? I honour the rich for their station, but I do not envy them for their possessions. I can not forget what Christ once said, ‘How hardly shall they that have riches enter into the kingdom of God!’
“Oh! my dear wife, if you did but know how to set a right value upon the precious promises which God has made to the poor, how thankful should I be!
“The expectation of the poor shall not perish. He delivereth the poor and needy from him that spoileth him. He has prepared of his goodness for the poor. The poor among men shall rejoice in the holy one. For he became poor, that we, through his poverty might be rich; not in gold, but in grace.
“These promises comfort my soul, and would make me happy, even if I were deprived of that which I now enjoy. I can trust my Saviour for this world as well as for the next. He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?
“The Lord of his mercy bless you, my dear Sarah, with the grace of a contented mind!”
Here the gracious man stopped: and whether affected by her husband’s discourse, or by any other cause, I know not, but she made no reply. He then said, “Come, children, it is our time for rest; shut the door, and let us go to prayer.”
“Forgive me,” said I, laying hold of the door, as the child was obeying her father’s orders, “if I ask leave to make one in your family devotions, before I travel homeward. I have heard you, my friend, when you knew it not, and bless God for the sermon which you have this night preached to my heart.”
The honest labourer blushed for a moment at this unexpected intrusion and declaration, but immediately said, “Sir, you are welcome to a poor man’s dwelling, if you come in the name of the Lord.”