“This remarkable deliverance was a great joy to me, but still ten shillings will not go very far, and the larger sum still remained due to me. I continued pleading with God that He would graciously remind my employer that my salary was overdue. It was not the want of money that troubled me, but the thought in my mind was this: ‘Can I go to China? or will my want of faith prove an obstacle to this much-prized service?’
“When Saturday evening came, a payment was due to my landlady. Ought I not, for her sake, to speak about the salary? I gave much time on Thursday and Friday to earnest wrestling in prayer with God, and by Saturday morning I received an assurance that to wait God’s time was best. So I waited, my heart at rest and the burden gone.
“That afternoon, as I was watching a pan in which a decoction was boiling, the doctor came in from his rounds, and, as he was wont, began to speak of the things of God. Suddenly, without any introduction, he said, ‘By the bye, Taylor, is not your salary due again?’ My emotion may be imagined! I told him, as quietly as I could, that it was overdue some little time. How thankful I felt! God had surely heard my prayer. Presently he continued, ‘I am so sorry you did not remind me, for I sent all the money I had to the bank this afternoon; otherwise I would pay you at once.’ It is impossible to describe my revulsion of feeling, and I was glad to get away without the doctor perceiving my emotion.
“I then sought my little sanctum, and poured out my heart before the Lord, till calmness and even joy were restored to me. I felt that God was going to work in His own way.
“That evening was spent in preparing for my work on the morrow, and it was about ten o’clock before I got ready to go home. There seemed no help for that night; perhaps on Monday God would interpose for me. Just as I was leaving, I heard the doctor come in, laughing heartily to himself. Entering the surgery, he asked for his ledger, telling me that one of his richest patients had just been to pay his bill—was it not an odd thing to do? I too was highly amused that a man rolling in wealth should come so late to pay a bill which might any time have been met by a cheque. The account was duly receipted in the ledger, and the doctor about to leave, when he suddenly handed me some of the bank-notes, saying, ‘By the way, Taylor, you might as well take these notes, and I can give you the balance next week.’ Again I was left to go back to my own little closet to praise the Lord with a joyful heart that, after all, I might go to China.”
Andrew Murray, The Key to the Missionary Problem (London: J. Nisbet & Co., 1902), 103–104.