God Came Through
True stories, outside the Bible, of moments when God answered prayer or provided. Each is told as far as possible in the person’s own words, from accounts published before 1931, with a takeaway for today and a link to read the original.
A Night in the Chestnut Tree
John G. Paton · 1862 · Tanna, New Hebrides (Vanuatu)
House looted, boat stolen, men hunting him in the dark, and nowhere to hide but a tree.
The story, in their own words
Tanna, 1862. Hostile warriors had driven missionary John Paton from his home. They “broke up my house and stole all they could carry away. They tore my books,” and even took “the type of my printing-press, to be made into bullets for their muskets.”
His last protector, a chief named Nowar, was afraid. “You cannot remain longer in my house!” he said. “My son will guide you to the large chestnut tree in my plantation in the bush. Climb up into it, and remain there till the moon rises.”
So Paton climbed, “and was left there alone in the bush.” Below, “I heard the frequent discharging of muskets, and the yells of the savages.” This is what he remembered: “Yet I sat there among the branches, as safe in the arms of Jesus. Never, in all my sorrows, did my Lord draw nearer to me, and speak more soothingly in my soul, than when the moonlight flickered among these chestnut leaves, and the night air played on my throbbing brow, as I told all my heart to Jesus.”
His summary was four words: “Alone, yet not alone!” Then he asks the reader: “have you a Friend that will not fail you then?”
What happened next: Before dawn Nowar’s son called him down, and Paton set out by sea for a fellow missionary’s station.
So what?
God’s nearness is not cancelled by danger; sometimes it is felt most sharply there. Paton lost his house, his books and his boat that night, but not his Friend. Whatever surrounds you tonight, you are not alone.
“Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”
Today’s step
Tonight, before you sleep, “tell all your heart to Jesus” out loud: every fear, by name.
Source: The Story of John G. Paton, ed. James Paton (A. L. Burt, New York, young folks' edition of the 1889 autobiography), Chapter XXXVI, The Beginning of the End. Public domain.
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About these stories
Retellings are our own, kept to what the sources say. Words in quotation marks inside each story are the person’s own, word for word from the original books, all published before 1931 and in the public domain in the United States. Where a source gives no exact date, the year shown is approximate or the year the account was published.