Posts Tagged ‘way of life dungannon’

“The Richest Man in the Valley”

May 18, 2014

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Distributed by “Way of Life,” 148 Blackisland Road, Dungannon, Co. Tyrone in Northern Ireland, BT71 6NL, this lovely little tract made a strong impression on me when I read it for the first time…

 

The farmer stood on the porch of his fine old home gazing out over his many acres. He had never enjoyed scenery as beautiful to him as his own land seemed that day.

However, he was not rich toward God (Luke 12v21) because he had ignored the need of his immortal soul. As he stood gloating over his land, a servant appeared with his riding horse. Jumping into the saddle he galloped away.

Up the lane a little distance old Hans, the farm hand, was working. Hans had just unpacked his lunch. He removed his hat, and with folded hands, was returning thanks to the Giver of all good gifts when he heard his employer’s voice: “Hans, how are you today?”

“Oh, is it you, sir?” responded the old man, looking up. “I didn’t hear you coming. I’ve grown somewhat deaf lately and my sight is failing too.”

“But you look very happy, Hans.”

“Happy? Yes, indeed, I am happy! I have many reasons to be. My heavenly Father gives me clothing and daily bread. I have a roof over my head, and a good bed to sleep in. That is more than my precious Saviour had while He lived down here on earth. I was just thanking God for all His mercies when you appeared.”

The landlord glanced at Hans’ meagre lunch – a few slices of bread and a piece of fried pork. “And that is the kind of food you are thanking God for! I would feel quite deprived if that were all I had for dinner.”

“Would you?” asked Hans. “But perhaps you don’t know what I have that adds sweetness to everything God gives me. It’s the inward Presence of Christ my Saviour! May I tell you a dream I had last night Sir?”

“Of course, Hans; tell your dream; I’d like to hear it.”

“As I was falling asleep my mind was taken up with the happy land above and the many mansions prepared for those who truly love the Lord. Suddenly I felt myself transferred to the heavenly gates. They were wide open, so I could look into the blessed city. Oh, sir the glory and beauty I saw no tongue could describe! Of course it was just a dream, but there was one thing I particularly wanted to tell you.”

The landlord began to look uneasy, but Hans, not noticing, continued: “I heard a voice saying… The richest man in the valley will die tonight. Then I woke up.

Sir, those solemn words were spoken so plainly; I haven’t been able to forget them since. I feel I ought to tell you. Perhaps it’s a warning.”

The landlord’s face turned pale, but he tried to hide the fears that terrified him. “Nonsense!” he cried. “You may believe in dreams, but I do not. Good-bye.”

He galloped away in great haste. Old Hans, looking after him, prayed: “O Lord, have mercy on his soul, if he is to die so soon.”

A couple of hours later the farmer arrived home. Hurrying into the parlour, he threw himself down on the sofa, feeling quite exhausted.

“What a fool I am for letting the silly talk of an ignorant, old man disturb me!

The richest man in the valley! Of course that is myself. But the idea of my dying tonight! I never have been so well in my life. At least, this morning I felt fine, but right now I do have a peculiar headache, and my heart doesn’t seem to beat normally. Perhaps I should send for the doctor.”

Toward evening the doctor came. The farmer, somewhat feverish on account of his agitation, was at a loss to explain his disability. The doctor lingered for several hours, trying to drive away the farmer’s gloomy thoughts. It was nearing ten o’clock when he decided to leave. Just then the doorbell rang.

“Who can be calling at this time of night?” the farmer inquired anxiously.

“Sorry to disturb you, sir. Just came to tell you that old Hans died suddenly this evening, and to ask if you will please make arrangements for the funeral.”

So the old man’s dream had come true! The poor servant, not his rich employer, was “the richest man in the valley.” His redeemed soul went to be with the Saviour who had loved him and shed his blood for him.

How is it with you? Are you rich toward God as Hans was? Is his Saviour yours?

“For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lost his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?” (Matthew 16v26)

John D. Rockefeller said: “The poorest man is one who has nothing but money.”

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

For God sent not His Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through Him might be saved.”

(John 3v16&17)

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On Soul Winning – and my Recent Visit to “Way of Life” in Tyrone, Northern Ireland

February 27, 2012

A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of visiting the Farquhar family who have a wonderful stock of Christian literature, including booklets, a vast assortment of tracts, bookmarks, calendars and some books. (CDs are also available.) Many thousands of their calendars and tracts are distributed around the country, having been acquired by such organisations as the Irish Evangelistic Band which distributes tracts and calendars to remote parts of Donegal, Mayo and other locations in rural Ireland. Please note that the Farquhar family (Robert and Eleanor) may be contacted at this address:

148 Blackisland Road, Dungannon, Co. Tyrone. BT 71 6NL.

Around twenty-five years ago the Farquhar family started their outreach with some black and white tracts but on my first visit to their home recently I was truly impressed by the sheer volume of Christian resources now available. I was fascinated by the many tracts and testimonies there, which include “This is my Story… A Personal Testimony by converted priest Henry Gregory Adams” and “I had never heard the true gospel, The Testimony of Peggy O’Neill, formerly Sister Aidan, RSHM.”

I have personally distributed some of the tracts (Henry Gregory Adam’s testimony) to two monasteries in the depths of rural Ireland and I hope to use the testimony of Peggy O’Neill to reach nuns in similar circumstances.

One winter’s evening, as I travelled alone by train from a meeting in Greystones, I happened to note that a priest had embarked at a station along the route. As the cold rain lashed down on the platform where he had been standing earlier, I looked at the reflection of his unhappy face in the rainy grey window. Now he was seated not so far away from me and I felt a tract in my pocket, in the knowledge that here was an opportunity, but somehow I felt hesitant about offering it to him. After a while he got up from his seat and I was sure that he was about to disembark at the next station. It was now or never… so I approached him with Henry Gregory Adam’s testimony in my hand. However, it transpired that he had got up from his seat to get a newspaper that someone had discarded! (He obviously needed some reading material.) The priest took the tract from me, muttered something that I couldn’t hear and before long he had alighted at a station before my destination. Quite probably I will never see this man again in my life and more than likely he has never been witnessed to in his life. How I thanked the Lord that I had not missed this opportunity and how I pray that somehow the tract will touch his heart.

This man is just one amongst billions who need to be reached. Christian, whoever you are, wherever you are and whatever your circumstances are – as long as you live upon this earth the Lord wants you to reach the lost. Our opportunities as individuals differ and also may change over the years of course because of many factors, including health and age. Nevertheless, we all, without exception have work to do for the extension of His Kingdom and for the deepening of our own and our fellow Christian’s walk with the Lord too – and this is where that essential element prayer comes in.

My prayer is that the “soul winning” supplies generously made available by the Farquhar family of “Way of Life” and other organisations, will go out  to the glory of our Lord and Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ, who loved us and gave Himself for us. “So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase.” (1Cor. 3v7)