When I was in Melbourne, Australia, I kept hearing stories about a woman, a cripple, and I never
believed them. I did not think the stories could be true. I went one day to offer comfort to her,
but before I had been in the room ten minutes I found it was I who was receiving instruction,
broken down, and dissolved in a flood of emotion. When she was eighteen she came down with
a dreadful disease which ultimately led to the complete amputation of both arms and both legs.
When I saw that woman, all that remained of her was a trunk, nothing more than a trunk. For
fifteen years she had been there in that condition. I went to offer comfort, but I did not know how
to speak to her, or what to say. I found a room the walls of which were covered with Scripture
texts, all of them radiating, speaking of joy, and peace, and power.

As she had lain in bed one day she asked what she_a dismembered woman without a joint in her
body_could do. Then an inspiration came to her and she got a friend who was a carpenter to
come. He fitted a pad to her shoulder and to that a fountain pen. She began to write letters with
it; and as there was no joint, she wrote with the whole of her body. And I will venture to say that
there is no person with handwriting half so beautiful as the writing of that woman. But most
impressive of all, she had received over 1,500 letters from people who had been brought to Christ
through the letters she had written in that way from that room. I asked her, "How do you do it?"
And she smiled and replied, "Well, you know Jesus said that they who believe in Him out of them
shall flow rivers of living water. I believed in Him, and that is all."

If one in such an absolutely helpless condition as this Christian woman could by the help of God
accomplish such amazing results in winning souls, who is there of us after this who need despair?
Who is there so crippled in body or circumstances that cannot in some way be made a blessing to
others? God seems to glory in doing the impossible. He still takes "the weak things of the world
to confound the things which are mighty" (1 Cor. 1:27). Nothing is too hard for Him.

FRAGMENT
No service in itself is small,
None great, though earth it fill;
But that is small that seeks its own,
And great that seeks God’s will.

Then hold my hand most gracious Lord,
Guide all my doings still;
And let this be my life’s one aim,
To do, or bear Thy will.