January 6, 1850, was bitterly cold in Colchester, England, a hard-biting blizzard keeping most worshipers at home.
At the Primitive Methodist Chapel on Artillery Street only about a dozen showed up.
When it became apparent that even the pastor would not arrive, a man rose and spoke from Isaiah 45:22, Let all the world look to me for salvation
For I am God; there is no other.
Then the crowd dispersed, thinking the day’s service a loss, not realizing that a fifteen-year-old boy had ducked into the room to escape the snowstorm, and, hearing the sermon, had been converted.
Years later that boy, Charles Spurgeon, wrote: “Don’t hold back because you cannot preach in St. Paul’s; be content to talk to one or two in a cottage.
You may cook in small pots as well as in big ones.
Little pigeons can carry great messages.
Even a little dog can bark at a thief, and
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