A Devotion from Lettie Cowman

“Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask and ye shall receive, that your joy may

be full. (John 16:24.)

During the Civil War, a man had an only son who enlisted in the armies of the Union. The father

was a banker and, although he consented to his son’s going, it seemed as if it would break his

heart to let him go. He became deeply interested in the soldier boys, and whenever he saw a uniform, his heart went out as he thought of his own dear boy. He spent his time, neglected his business, gave his

money to caring for the soldiers who came home invalid. His friends remonstrated with him,

saying he had no right to neglect his business and spend so much thought upon the soldiers, so

he fully decided to give it all up. After he had come to this decision, there stepped into his bank one day a private soldier in a faded, worn uniform, who showed in his face and hands the marks of the hospital.

The poor fellow was fumbling in his pocket to get something or other, when the banker saw

him and, perceiving his purpose, said to him: “My dear fellow, I cannot do anything for you today. I am extremely busy. You will have to go to your headquarters; the officers there will look after you.”

Still the poor convalescent stood, not seeming to fully understand what was said to him.

Still he fumbled in his pockets and, by and by, drew out a scrap of dirty paper, on which there

were a few lines written with a pencil, and laid this soiled sheet before the banker. On it he

found these words: “Dear Father: “This is one of my comrades who was wounded in the last fight, and has been in the hospital. Please receive him as myself.—Charlie.”

In a moment all the resolutions of indifference which this man made, flew away. He took

the boy to his palatial home, put him in Charlie’s room, gave him Charlie’s seat at the table,

kept him until food and rest and love had brought him back to health, and then sent him back

again to imperil his life for the flag.