George Muller was born in Prussia in 1805. In his young manhood he lived a godless life, but at
the age of twenty-one he was suddenly converted to God at a prayer meeting held in the house of
a godly tradesman. Shortly afterward he came to England, bringing very little with him other than
a desire to devote his life to the service of the living God. At the age of thirty he was led of the
Lord to begin an orphanage in the city of Bristol. Those were the days when homeless and
unwanted children were sent to spend the days of their youth in almshouses_places which were
not much more than prisons.

This was completely a work of faith. Muller never asked help from anyone and never hinted that
help was needed. He began small_with a house of thirty children_trusting the Lord for the
pennies and shillings needed to carry them through each day. As the years passed, his faith
increased and so did the Lord’s provision. Thus he was enabled to move to larger? and larger
quarters until he had under his care over 2000 orphans who were being brought up in the nurture
and admonition of the Lord.

Solely in answer to believing prayer, more than seven million dollars were sent to him over the
course of sixty years for the building and maintenance of "God’s Orphanage," for missionary
work, and for the circulation of the Scriptures. In his homes 9500 destitute orphans were received,
trained, educated in the Scriptures, and sent out into the world.

In the following paragraphs are given a few of the many remarkable answers to prayers which
George Muller received during his lifetime. The first two incidents are taken from his own
narratives.

June 13, 1853. We were now very poor. Not indeed in debt, not even with all the money gone;
there was still about sixty dollars in hand; but there was needed to be bought flour, of which we
buy generally ten sacks at a time, 4200 pounds of oatmeal, and 450 pounds of soap. There were
many little repairs going on in the house, with a number of workmen employed, besides the
regular current expenses of about $280 per week. Over and above all this, on Saturday, the day
before yesterday, I found that the heating apparatus needed to be repaired, which would, in all
probability, cost $100. It was therefore desirable, humanly speaking, to have $500 for these heavy
extra expenses.

But I had no human prospect whatever of getting even five hundred cents_much less $500. In
addition to this, today was Monday when generally the income is little. But in walking to the
orphan house this morning, and praying as I went, I particularly told the Lord in prayer that on
this day, even though it was Monday, He could send me much. And so He did. I received this
morning a gift of $1500 for the Lord’s service. The joy which I had cannot be described. I walked
up and down in my room for a long time, tears of joy and gratitude to the Lord raining plentifully
over my cheeks, praising and magnifying the Lord for His goodness. I scarcely ever felt more the
kindness of the Lord helping me.

September 4, 1869. Only one cent was in my hands this morning. Pause a moment, dear reader!

Only one cent in hand when the day began! Think of this, and think of nearly fourteen hundred
persons to be provided for. You, poor brethren, who have six or eight children and small wages,
think of this; and you, my brethren who are unemployed or retired and have very limited means,
think of this! May you not do what we do when going through trials? Does the Lord love you less
than He loves us? Does He not love all His children with no less love than that with which He
loves His only begotten Son, according to John 17:20-23? Or are we better than you? Well, let
us hear then how God helped when there was only one cent left in my hands on this particular
morning.

Shortly after nine o’clock I received $5.00 from a sister in the Lord. However, between ten and
eleven o’clock this was offset by a note sent from the orphan houses stating that nearly $6.00 was
required for the day’s supplies. Scarcely had I read this when a carriage stopped before my house
and a gentleman from Manchester asked to see me. I found that he was a believer who had come
on business to Bristol. He had heard about the orphan houses and had come to find out a little
more about them. This brother, whom I had never seen before, and whose name I did not even
know before he came, and who, himself, had no idea of our great need at that moment, gave me
$10.00 as he departed. Thus did our gracious Lord help us through another day.

One night, when all the household had retired, Muller asked a house, guest by the name of Pierson
to join him in prayer. He told his guest that there was absolutely nothing in the house for the next
morning’s breakfast. Pierson scolded him for not telling him earlier for he could have helped
Muller out had the stores still been open. Muller knew all that. He had prayed about the matter
as he always prayed, and he was determined never to tell anyone of his needs but God. So they
prayed together_at least Muller did and Pierson tried to. Then they went to bed and slept. The
next morning, breakfast for two thousand children was there in abundance at the usual breakfast
hour! Neither Muller nor Pierson knew how the answer came. It was learned many years later that
the Lord had called a local shopkeeper out of bed in the middle of the night to send breakfast to
Muller’s orphanage. Knowing nothing of the need, or of the two men at prayer, he sent provisions
that would feed them a month.

On another occasion, again with more than 2000 mouths to feed, not a drop of milk remained for
breakfast the next day and not a penny was in hand to buy even a cupful. That evening, George
Muller gathered his staff of workers together, as he had done hundreds of times before, and on
their knees they told their Father that His children needed milk.

The next morning the children sat down at the table_ with empty mugs in front of them. They
bowed their heads while Mr. Muller simply, gratefully thanked the Father for daily bread_and
for milk! As soon as the prayer ended, a loud knock was heard at the door. It was a dairyman. His
wagon had broken down just outside and he could not get to town with his milk. Muller was
welcome to it if he would help carry it in. Before the hungry children knew just what it was all
about, the last waiting mug had been filled with milk.

Many demands were made on Muller’s faith aside from financial ones. Once a serious leak in the
boiler of the furnace necessitated putting out the fires for repairs near the end of a bleak
November. How were 300 children in this orphan house to be kept warm?

Muller prayed.

A day or so before the fires were to be extinguished, a cutting north wind set in. But the man of
God was unabashed. He asked the Lord to change the north wind into a south wind and to help
the workmen to do the job speedily.

The evening before the repairs actually began, the frigid blast was still blowing. But on the next
day, a south wind blew and the weather was so mild that no fire was needed. Furthermore, the
men volunteered to work all night so that before the weather chilled again, the repairs were
completed.