
By E. M. Bounds
| EXAMPLES OF PRAYER 
 -- History of David Brainerd GOD has not confined Himself to Bible days in 
showing what can be done through prayer. In modern times, also, He is seen to be 
the same prayer-hearing God as aforetime. Even in these latter days He has not 
left Himself without witness. Religious biography and Church history, alike, 
furnish us with many noble examples and striking illustrations of prayer, its 
necessity, its worth and its fruits, all tending to the encouragement of the 
faith of God's saints and all urging them on to more and better praying. God has 
not confined Himself to Old and New Testament times in employing praying men as 
His agents in furthering His cause on earth, and He has placed Himself under 
obligation to answer their prayers just as much as He did the saints of old. A 
selection from these praying saints of modern times will show us how they valued 
prayer, what it meant to them, and what it meant to God. Take for 
example, the instance of Samuel Rutherford, the Scottish preacher, exiled to the 
north of Scotland, forbidden to preach, and banished from his home and pastoral 
charge. Rutherford lived between 1600 and 1661. He was a member of the 
Westminster Assembly, Principal of New College, and Rector of St. Andrews' 
University. He is said to have been one of the most moving and affectionate 
preachers of his time, or, perhaps, in any age of the Church. Men said of him, 
"He is always praying," and concerning his and his wife's praying, one wrote: 
"He who had heard either pray or speak, might have learned to bemoan his 
ignorance. Oh, how many times have I been convinced by observing them of the 
evil of insincerity before God and unsavouriness in discourse! He so prayed for 
his people that he himself says, 'There I wrestled with the Angel and 
prevailed.' " He was ordered to appear before Parliament to answer the charge of 
high treason, although a man of scholarly attainments and rare genius. At times 
he was depressed and gloomy; especially was this the case when he was first 
banished and silenced from preaching, for there were many murmurings and charges 
against him. But his losses and crosses were so sanctified that Christ became 
more and more to him. Marvelous are the statements of his estimate of Christ. 
This devoted man of prayer wrote many letters during his exile to preachers, to 
state officers, to lords temporal and spiritual, to honourable and holy men, to 
honourable and holy women, all breathing an intense devotion to Christ, and all 
born of a life of great devotion to prayer. Ardour and panting after God have 
been characteristics of great souls in all ages of the Church and Samuel 
Rutherford was a striking example of this fact. He was a living example of the 
truth that he who prays always, will be enveloped in devotion and joined to 
Christ in bonds of holy union. Then there was Henry Martyn, scholar, 
saint, missionary, and apostle to India. Martyn was born February 18, 1781, and 
sailed for India August 31, 1805. He died at Tokai, Persia, October 16, 1812. 
Here is part of what he said about himself while a missionary: "What a 
knowledge of man and acquaintance with the Scriptures, and what communion with 
God and study of my own heart ought to prepare me for the awful work of a 
messenger from God on business of the soul." Said one of this consecrated 
missionary: "Oh, to be able to emulate his excellencies, his elevation of piety, 
his diligence, his superiority to the world, his love for souls, his anxiety to 
improve all occasions to do souls good, his insight into the mystery of Christ, 
and his heavenly temper! These are the secrets of the wonderful impression he 
made in India." It is interesting and profitable to note some of the 
things which Martyn records in his diary. Here is an example: "The ways of 
wisdom appear more sweet and reasonable than ever," he says, "and the world more 
insipid and vexatious. The chief thing I mourn over is my want of power, and 
lack of fervour in secret prayer, especially when attempting to plead for the 
heathen. Warmth does not increase within me in proportion to my light." If Henry 
Martyn, so devoted, ardent and prayerful, lamented his lack of power and want of 
fervour in prayer, how ought our cold and feeble praying abase us in the very 
dust? Alas, how rare are such praying men in the Church of our own 
day! Again we quote a record from his diary. He had been quite ill, but 
had recovered and was filled with thankfulness because it had pleased God to 
restore him to life and health again. "Not that I have yet recovered my former 
strength," he says, "but I consider myself sufficiently restored to prosecute my 
journey. My daily prayer is that my late chastisement may have its intended 
effect, and make me, all the rest of my days, more humble and less 
self-confident. "Self-confidence has often led me down fearful lengths, and 
would, without God's gracious interference, prove my endless perdition. I seem 
to be made to feel this evil of my heart more than any other at this time. In 
prayer, or when I write or converse on the subject, Christ appears to me my life 
and my strength; but at other times I am thoughtless and bold, as if I had all 
life and strength in myself. Such neglects on our part are a diminution of our 
joys." Among the last entries in this consecrated missionary's journal we 
find the following: I sat in the orchard and thought, with sweet comfort and 
peace, of my God, in solitude, my Company, my Friend, my Comforter. Oh, when 
shall time give place to eternity!" Note the words, "in solitude," - away from 
the busy haunts of men, in a lonely place, like his Lord, he went out to 
meditate and pray. Brief as this summary is, it suffices to show how fully and 
faithfully Henry Martyn exercised his ministry of prayer. The following may well 
serve to end our portrayal of him: "By daily weighing the Scriptures, with 
prayer, he waxed riper and riper in his ministry. Prayer and the Holy Scriptures 
were those wells of salvation out of which he drew daily the living water for 
his thirsty immortal soul. Truly may it be said of him, he prayed always with 
all prayer and supplication, in the Spirit, and watched thereunto with all 
perseverance." David Brainerd, the missionary to the Indians, is a 
remarkable example of a praying man of God. Robert Hale thus speaks of him: " 
Such invincible patience and self-denial; such profound humility, exquisite 
prudence, indefatigable industry; such devotedness to God, or rather such 
absorption of the whole soul in zeal for the divine glory and the salvation of 
men, is scarcely to be paralleled since the age of the Apostles. Such was the 
intense ardour of his mind that it seems to have diffused the spirit of a martyr 
over the common incidents of his life." Dr. A. J. Gordon speaks thus of 
Brainerd: " In passing through Northampton, Mass., I went into the old cemetery, 
swept off the snow that lay on the top of the slab, and I read these simple 
words: 'Sacred to the memory of David Brainerd, the faithful and devoted 
missionary to the Susquehanna, Delaware and Stockbridge Indians of America, who 
died in this town, October 8th, 1717.' "That was all there was on the slab. Now 
that great man did his greatest work by prayer. He was in the depths of those 
forests alone, unable to speak the language of the Indians, but he spent whole 
days literally in prayer. What was he praying for? He knew he could not reach 
these savages, for he did not understand their language. If he wanted to speak 
at all, he must find somebody who could vaguely interpret his thought. Therefore 
he knew that anything he could do must be absolutely dependent upon God. So he 
spent whole days in praying, simply that the power of the Holy Ghost might come 
upon him so unmistakably that these people would not be able to stand before 
him. "What was his answer? Once he preached through a drunken interpreter, a man 
so intoxicated that he could hardly stand up. This was the best he could do. Yet 
scores were converted through that sermon. We can account for it only that it 
was the tremendous, power of God behind him. "Now this man prayed in 
secret in the forest. A little while afterward, William Carey read his life, and 
by its impulse he went to India. Payson read it as a young man, over twenty 
years old, and he said that he had never been so impressed by anything in his 
life as by the story of Brainerd. Murray McCheyne read it, and he likewise was 
impressed by it. "But all I care is simply to enforce this thought, that the 
hidden life, a life whose days are spent in communion with God, in trying to 
reach the source of power, is the life that moves the world. Those living such 
lives may be soon forgotten. There may be no one to speak a eulogy over them 
when they are dead. The great world may take no account of them. But by and by, 
the great moving current of their lives will begin to tell, as in the case of 
this young man, who died at about thirty years of age. The missionary spirit of 
this nineteenth century is more due to the prayers and consecration of this one 
man than to any other one. "So I say. And yet that most remarkable thing is that 
Jonathan Edwards, who watched over him all those months while he was slowly 
dying of consumption, should also say: 'I praise God that it was in His 
Providence that he should die in my house, that I might hear his prayers, and 
that I might witness his consecration, and that I might be inspired by his 
example.' "When Jonathan Edwards wrote that great appeal to Christendom to unite 
in prayer for the conversion of the world, which has been the trumpet call of 
modern missions, undoubtedly it was inspired by this dying 
missionary." To David Brainerd's spirit, John Wesley bore this testimony: 
I preached and afterward made a collection for the Indian schools in America. A 
large sum of money is now collected. But will money convert heathens? Find 
preachers of David Brainerd's spirit, and nothing can stand before them. But 
without this, what will gold or silver do? No more than lead or iron." Some 
selections from Brainerd's diary will be of value as showing what manner of man 
he was: "My soul felt a pleasing yet painful concern," he writes, "lest I should 
spend some moments without God. Oh, may I always live to God! In the evening I 
was visited by some friends, and spent the time in prayer, and such conversation 
as tended to edification. It was a comfortable season to my soul. I felt an 
ardent desire to spend every moment with God. God is unspeakably gracious to me 
continually. In time past, He has given me inexpressible sweetness in the 
performance of duty. Frequently my soul has enjoyed much of God, but has been 
ready to say, 'Lord, it is good to be here;' and so indulge sloth while I have 
lived on the sweetness of my feelings. But of late God has been pleased to keep 
my soul hungry almost continually, so that I have been filled with a kind of 
pleasing pain. When, I really enjoy God, I feel my desires of Him the more 
insatiable, and my thirstings after holiness the more unquenchable. "Oh, 
that I may feel this continual hunger, and not be retarded, but rather animated 
by every cluster from Canaan, to reach forward in the narrow way, for the full 
enjoyment and possession of the heavenly inheritance! Oh, may I never loiter in 
my heavenly journey I " It seems as if such an unholy wretch as I never could 
arrive at that blessedness, to be holy as God is holy. At noon I longed for 
sanctification and conformity to God. Oh, that is the one thing, the all! Toward 
night enjoyed much sweetness in secret prayer, so that my soul longed for an 
arrival in the heavenly country, the blessed paradise of God." If inquiry 
be made as to the secret of David Brainerd's heavenly spirit, his deep 
consecration and exalted spiritual state, the answer will be found in the last 
sentence quoted above. He was given to much secret prayer, and was so close to 
God in his life and spirit that prayer brought forth much sweetness to his inner 
soul. We have cited the foregoing cases as illustrative of the great fundamental 
fact that God's great servants are men devoted to the ministry of prayer; that 
they are God's agents on earth who serve Him in this way, and who carry on His 
work by this holy means. Louis Harms was born in Hanover, in 1809, and then came 
a time when he was powerfully convicted of sin. Said he, "I have never known 
what fear was. But when I came to the knowledge of my sins, I quaked before the 
wrath of God, so that my limbs trembled." He was mightily converted to God by 
reading the Bible. Rationalism, a dead orthodoxy, and worldliness, held the 
multitudes round Hermansburgh, his native town. His father, a Lutheran minister, 
dying, he became his successor. He began with all the energy of his soul to work 
for Christ, and to develop a church of a pure, strong type. The fruit was soon 
evident. There was a quickening on every hand, attendance at public services 
increased, reverence for the Bible grew, conversation on sacred things revived, 
while infidelity, worldliness and dead orthodoxy vanished like a passing cloud. 
Harms proclaimed a conscious and present Christ, the Comforter, in the full 
energy of His mission, the revival of apostolic piety and power. The entire 
neighbourhood became regular attendants at church, the Sabbath was restored to 
its sanctity, and hallowed with strict devotion, family altars were erected in 
the homes, and when the noon bell sounded, every head was bowed in prayer. In a 
very short time the whole aspect of the country was entirely changed. The 
revival in Hermansburgh was essentially a prayer revival, brought about by 
prayer and yielding fruits of prayer in a rich and an abundant 
ingathering. William Carvosso, an old-time Methodist classleader, was one 
of the best examples which modern times has afforded of what was probably the 
religious life of Christians in the apostolic age. He was a prayer-leader, a 
class-leader, a steward and a trustee, but never aspired to be a preacher. Yet a 
preacher he was of the very first quality, and a master in the art and science 
of soul-saving. He was a singular instance of a man learning the simplest 
rudiments late in life. He had up to the age of sixty-five years never written a 
single sentence, yet he wrote letters which would make volumes, and a book which 
was regarded as a spiritual classic in the great world-wide Methodist Church. 
Not a page nor a letter, it is believed, was ever written by him on any other 
subject but religion. Here are some of his brief utterances which give us an 
insight into his religious character. "I want to be more like Jesus." "My soul 
thirsteth for Thee, O God." "I see nothing will do, O God, but being continually 
filled with Thy presence and glory." This was the continual out-crying of his 
inner soul, and this was the strong inward impulse which moved the outward man. 
At one time we hear him exclaiming, " Glory to God! This is a morning without a 
cloud." Cloudless days were native to his sunny religion and his gladsome 
spirit. Continual prayer and turning all conversation toward Christ in every 
company and in every home, was the inexorable law he followed, until he was 
gathered home. On the anniversary of his spiritual birth when he was born again, 
in great joyousness of spirit he calls it to mind, and breaks 
forth: "Blessed be Thy name, O God! The last has been the best of the 
whole. I may say with Bunyan, 'I have got into that land where the sun shines 
night and day.' I thank Thee, O my God, for this heaven, this element of love 
and joy, in which my soul now lives." Here is a sample of Carvosso's 
spiritual experiences, of which he had many: "I have sometimes had seasons of 
remarkable visitation from the presence of the Lord," he says. "I well remember 
one night when in bed being so filled, so overpowered with the glory of God, 
that had there been a thousand suns shining at noonday, the brightness of that 
divine glory would have eclipsed the whole. I was constrained to shout aloud for 
joy. It was the overwhelming power of saving grace. Now it was that I again 
received the impress of the seal and the earnest of the Spirit in my heart. 
Beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord I was changed into the same image 
from glory to glory by the Spirit of the Lord. Language fails in giving but a 
faint description of what I there experienced. I can never forget it in time nor 
to all eternity. "Many years before I was sealed by the Spirit in a somewhat 
similar manner. While walking out one day, I was drawn to turn aside on the 
public road, and under the canopy of the skies, I was moved to kneel down to 
pray. I had not long been praying with God before I was so visited from Him that 
I was overpowered by the divine glory, and I shouted till I could be heard at a 
distance. It was a weight of glory that I seemed incapable of bearing in the 
body, and therefore I cried out, perhaps unwisely, Lord, stay Thy hand. In this 
glorious baptism these words came to my heart with indescribable power: 'I have 
sealed thee unto the day of redemption.' "Oh, I long to be filled more 
with God! Lord, stir me up more in earnest. I want to be more like Jesus. I see 
that nothing will do but being continually filled with the divine presence and 
glory. I know all that Thou hast is mine, but I want to feel a close union. 
Lord, increase my faith." Such was William Carvosso - a man whose life 
was impregnated with the spirit of prayer, who lived on his knees, so to speak, 
and who belonged to that company of praying saints which has blessed the 
earth. Jonathan Edwards must be placed among the praying saints - one 
whom God mightily used through the instrumentality of prayer. As in the instance 
of the great New Englander, purity of heart should be ingrained in the very 
foundation areas of every man who is a true leader of his fellows and a minister 
of the Gospel of Christ and a constant practicer in the holy office of prayer. A 
sample of the utterances of this mighty man of God is here given in the shape of 
a resolution which he formed, and wrote down: "Resolved," he says, "to 
exercise myself in this all my life long, viz., with the greatest openness to 
declare my ways to God, and to lay my soul open to God - all my sins, 
temptations, difficulties, sorrows, fears, hopes, desires, and everything and 
every circumstance." We are not surprised, therefore, that the result of 
such fervid and honest praying was to lead him to record in his diary: "It was 
my continual strife day and night, and my constant inquiry how I should be more 
holy, and live more holily. The heaven I desired was a heaven of holiness. I 
went on with my eager pursuit after more holiness and conformity to 
Christ." The character and work of Jonathan Edwards were exemplifications 
of the great truth that the ministry of prayer is the efficient agency in every 
truly God-ordered work and life. He himself gives some particulars about his 
life when a boy. He might well be called the "Isaiah of the Christian 
dispensation." There was united in him great mental powers, ardent piety, and 
devotion to study, unequalled save by his devotion to God. Here is what he says 
about himself: "When a boy I used to pray five times a day in secret, and to 
spend much time in religious conversation with other boys. I used to meet with 
them to pray together. So it is God's will through His wonderful grace, that the 
prayers of His saints should be one great and principal means of carrying on the 
designs of Christ's kingdom in the world. Pray much for the ministers and the 
Church of God." The great powers of Edwards' mind and heart were 
exercised to procure an agreed union in extraordinary prayer of God's people 
everywhere. His life, efforts and his character are an exemplification of his 
statement. "The heaven I desire," he says, "is a heaven spent with God; 
an eternity spent in the presence of divine love, and in holy communion with 
Christ." At another time he said: The soul of a true Christian appears 
like a little white flower in the spring of the year, low and humble on the 
ground, opening its bosom to receive the pleasant beams of the sun's glory, 
rejoicing as it were in a calm rapture, diffusing around a sweet fragrance, 
standing peacefully and lovingly in the midst of other flowers." Again he 
writes: "Once as I rode out in the woods for my health, having alighted 
from my horse in a retired place, as my manner has been to walk for divine 
contemplation and prayer, I had a view, that for me was extraordinary, of the 
glory of the Son of God as Mediator between God and man, and of His wonderful, 
great, full, pure, and sweet grace and love, and His meek and gentle 
condescension. This grace that seemed so calm and sweet, appeared also great 
above the heavens. The person of an excellency Christ appeared ineffably 
excellent with great enough to swallow up all thought and conception, which 
continued, as near as I can judge, about an hour. It kept me the greater part of 
the time in a flood of tears and weeping aloud. I felt an ardency of soul to be, 
what I know not otherwise how to express, emptied and annihilated, to lie in the 
dust; to be full of Christ alone, to love Him with my whole heart." As it 
was with Jonathan Edwards, so it is with all great intercessors. They come into 
that holy and elect condition of mind and heart by a thorough self-dedication to 
God, by periods of God's revelation to them, making distinct marked eras in 
their spiritual history, eras never to be forgotten, in which faith mounts up 
with wings as eagles, and has given it a new and fuller vision of God, a 
stronger grasp of faith, a sweeter, clearer vision of all things heavenly, and 
eternal, and a blessed intimacy with, and access to, God. | |
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