When John Wesley was six years old, his father’s house was burned with all its contents. All the children were taken to safety except John, and he was forgotten until the roof was almost ready to cave in, then he was heard crying. His father ran to the stairs, but they were so nearly consumed they would not bear his weight; so utterly in despair he fell on his knees and asked God for help. In the meantime little John had climbed upon a chest. The neighbors, seeing him and with no time to get a ladder, one man was hoisted on the shoulders of another, and he was rescued. A moment later the roof fell in. Then the father cried out: “Come neighbors, let us kneel down; let us give thanks to God. He has given me all my eight children; let the house go, I am rich enough.” This incident was so indelibly impressed on John Wesley’s mind that under one of his portraits he wrote, “Is not this a brand plucked out of the burning?” God always cares for his own. (Sunday School Times)