Read CHAPTER XVIII. “THERE IS A SOUND OF ABUNDANCE OF RAIN.” 1 KINGS, xix. 41. of Broken Bread from an Evangelist's Wallet , free online book, by Thomas Champness, on

So said the man of God. Rain was much needed, for famine stared them in the face. Even Ahab himself had walked many weary miles to seek grass for his horses; other men’s cattle had perished, and if the drought had continued, everything would have died. Still, it was not Ahab who heard the sound of the rain. There was no sign of it. The heavens were as brass, the sky was without a cloud, everything was burned up with dry heat, and yet, said Elijah, “There is a sound of abundance of rain.” It is so in the spiritual world. There are those who know of a coming Revival long before there is any sign. They have felt their prayers being answered, and have heard the cry of the penitent sinner, though, as yet, he seems to be as hard and careless as ever.

“So ahab went up to eat and to drink.” Not so Elijah, he went up to the top of Carmel. The man of God “Cast himself down on the earth, and put his face between his knees.” Those who would procure blessings must not expect to win them at the table of luxury and ease, but by climbing the hill of difficulty, and in the humbling of self. If we would bring the blessing down, we must be prepared to say, “No,” to our own likings, and to refuse that which would gratify flesh and blood. If we would prevail in prayer, we must be alone with God. The priests who fed at Jezebel’s table could not bring rain, or they would have saved themselves from the sword of Elijah. We need not to look toward the sea till we have bowed before the Lord, then we may expect some sign of the coming Revival.

We must not be discouraged if the servant tells us “There is nothing!” Masters see more than servants can, or they would not be masters. “Go again seven times,” as though he said “Do not interrupt me with thy ‘Nothings!’” Come and tell me when there is “Something;” and the seventh time he saw the “little cloud.” Some of us have looked from the hill, over the sea, in a far off tropical land, and have seen that same little cloud many a time, as it spread all over the sky, and soon there was rain enough to stop the traveller.

And so shall it be in methodism ere long.

If we mistake not, last Sunday’s work among our young people is the result of many earnest prayers, and the sign of coming prosperity.

Some will be ready to say “It is nothing to make a stir about. They were only children.” “A little cloud!” Only the size of a man’s hand. Yes, but what man? “The man Christ Jesus.” “Ahab, get thee down, that the rain stop thee not.” We shall not be surprised to hear of Revivals like some we have known, which turned other meetings into soul-converting agencies. Tea Meetings, and Missionary Meetings, where the people have come in crowds, not to applaud eloquence, but to ask “What must we do to be saved?” We expect news of this sort, and that, ere long. May the hand of the Lord be on Elijah, then shall he run before Ahab, and prayer shall be mightier than the power which moves those who eat and drink!