I know some of you, like me, have been deeply touched by the Lord through the writings of C. S. Lewis. 

In my last blog, I wrote about one of my three pilgrimages to Oxford. Each visit I’ve pondered what Lewis wrote: “You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen…I gave in and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all of England.”

Those who have read my books know that all of them have been touched in one way or another by C.S. Lewis, because ultimately the books we write are the overflow of the books we’ve read.

I've taken the following excerpts from an excellent booklet, An Hour With George Müeller, The Man of Faith to Whom God Gave Millions.

Seeds were sown almost immediately at the beginning of his Christian life, it seems, of the later passion to help the poor and to turn all his inherited wealth and his naturally high station into a means of blessing the oppressed.

Fifty Christian agencies in Great Britain sought to rescue thousands of orphaned boys and girls on the streets and in work houses from the years 1870 to about 1920.