Mrs.Meridith

The following is an excerpt from 365 Daily Devotions for Women, by Jewell Johnson. My apologies in not submitting an original devotion of my own, but I found this interesting and thought perhaps you might as well. It occurred at about the same time our country was emerging as a nation. The entire devotion is taken from that source.

All they asked was that we should continue to remember the poor, the very thing I was eager to do. Galations 2:10 NIV

“I can’t handle these ragmuffins anymore,” Mrs. Meredith told Gloucester’s newspaper editor, Robert Raikes, in 1780. “They’re dirty and ill-behaved. They shout profanities and muddy my floors.”

Gloucester’s poor boys and girls worked twelve hours a day, six days a week, in a pin factory. Sunday, their day off, they ran wild in the streets. Robert Raikes believed the conduct of the children could be improved by Christian education. That’s where Mrs. Meredith came in: Raikes hired her to teach them in her kitchen.

The first Sunday, ninety boys came at Mr. Raikes invitation. The class met for six hours and was instructed in reading, the catechism, and Isaac Watt’s hymns. After a few weeks Mrs. Meredith saw that the job was too much for her. Yet to her goes the honor of teaching the first Sunday school class.

Mr. Raikes was not easily discouraged, and he hired May Critchley to instruct the classes. Girls soon joined in, and, from that simple beginning, Sunday school has evolved until today it embraces both children and adults, the rich and poor.

Helping a poor child, the homeless family, or a frail aged person is not a suggestion in the Bible, but a command Christ followers take seriously. The command carries with it a promise: God’s blessing rests upon that person.

Blessed is he who has regard for the weak; the LORD delivers him in times of trouble. The LORD will protect him and preserve his life; he will bless him in the land and not surrender him to the desire of his foes. The LORD will sustain him on his sickbed and restore him from his bed of illness. Psalm 41:1-3.

My words:
Happy Fourth of July! Be proud of our country and don’t be afraid to make a difference. Most importantly, don’t forget to enjoy time with your children, or someone else’s. They are the future of our country. Thanks to all our veterans for our freedom you’ve unselfishly defended.

Submitted by Wendy Saathoff

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