IS this a true story??? 57 Cents

A friend sent this to me. Do any of you know if this is realy true???

I can see that little girl in my minds eye. It moves me to tears. I would give the last breath I had and the shirt off my back to any little one like this.

FW: 57 Cents


A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned
away because it was 'too crowded.'

'I can't go to Sunday School,' she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.



Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and,
taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the
Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her,
and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place
to worship Jesus.



Some t wo years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement
buildings Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended
their daughter to handle the final arrangements.


As her poor little
body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed
to have been rummaged from some trash dump.


Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting,
which read: 'This is to help build the little church bigger so more
children can go to Sunday School.'


For two years she had saved for this offering of love.


When the pastor tearfully read
that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the
cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish
love and devotion.


He
challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger
building.


But the story
does not end there...

A newspaper
learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who
offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.


When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to
the little church for 57 cents.


Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.
Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00--a
huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love
had paid large dividends.


When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up Temple Baptist Church,
with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visitTemple University,
where thousands of students are educated.


Have a look, too, at the Good
Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds
of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to
be left outside during Sunday school time.


In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet
face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such
remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr.
Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, 'Acres of Diamonds'.



This is a true story,
which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.

Yes ,I believe it is true."With God,all things are possible"

God and one girl and 57 cents = "acres of diamonds"...God and His only begotten son, with several fish and a few loafs of bread = feed 5 thousand,,with bushels left over...God and Jesus,who went to the cross for our sin = millions who can be saved by grace through faith. yep,, i read stories like that all the time in the Bible! Gods miracles,for sure

nice story

according to snopes the story is based on a nugget of truth
snopes

This sermon delivered by Russell Conwell to his Grace Baptist (Temple) church congregation in 1912 is presented here due to inquiries about this story based on a slightly inaccurate version which some people have read elsewhere. Please note that the portrait referred to in the text is the property of the current Baptist Temple congregation which is located in Blue Bell, PA. An image of the portrait can be found at the end of this sermon. The portrait itself is not on the campus of Temple University. Note also, that the Samaritan Hospital referred to in the text is now the Temple University Hospital. The Baptist Temple building referred to in the text is now owned by the University. Although it is not currently in use, it is undergoing extensive renovation. It is not open to the public at this time, but should eventually be open once again when all the renovations are completed. The Wiatt Mite Society house referred to in the text was replaced by a new University building some time ago.

"THE HISTORY OF FIFTY-SEVEN CENTS"
Sermon By Russell H. Conwell
Sunday Morning, December 1, 1912.


We are here to unveil this picture of Hattie May Wiatt, a little girl who died in 1886. Years have gone rapidly by, but she still speaks. We intend to put this picture in the pastor's study, in the most prominent place, and keep it there through the years to come, that people as they pass through may ask: "What meaneth that picture?" And the story, simple and wonderful, may be told.

Little Hattie May Wiatt lived in a house near the church in which we then worshipped, at Berks and Mervine, which is now occupied by the Christian Church. It was a small church and was crowded, tickets of admission were obtained sometimes weeks in advance for every service. The Sunday school was as crowded as the rest of the congregation, and one day when I came down to the church, to attend Sabbath school, I found a number of children outside. They were greatly disturbed because they could not get in, on account of the crowd of children already in the Sunday school rooms of the church, and little Hattie May Wiatt, who lived near by, had brought her books and a contribution, and was standing by the gate, hesitating whether to go back home or wait and try to get in later. I took her up in my arms, lifted her to my shoulder, and then as she held on to my head - an embrace I never can forget - I carried her through the crowd in the hall, into the Sunday school room, and seated her in a chair away back in a dark corner. The next morning as I came down to the church from my home I came by their house and she was going up the street to school. As we met, I said: "Hattie, we are going to have a larger Sunday school room soon", and she said: "I hope you will. It is so crowded that I am afraid to go there alone". "Well", I replied, "When we get the money with which to erect a school building we are going to construct one large enough to get all the little children in, and we are going to begin very soon to raise the money for it". It was only in my mind as a kind of imaginary vision, but I wished to make conversation with the child. The next that I heard about it was that Hattie was very sick, and they asked me to come in and see the child, which I did, and prayed with her. I walked up the street, praying for the little girl's recovery, and yet all the time with the conviction that it was not to be.

Hattie May Wiatt died. She had gathered 57 cents - some have written 54 - which was left as her contribution towards securing another building for the children. After the funeral the mother handed me the little bag with the gathered 57 cents. I took it to the church and stated that we had the first gift toward the new Sunday school building; that little Hattie May Wiatt, who had gone on into the Shining World, had left behind her this gift towards it. I then changed all the money into pennies and offered them for sale. I received about $250 for the 57 pennies; and 54 of those cents were returned to me by the people who bought them. I then had them put in a frame where they could be seen and exhibited them, and we received by a sale of the $250 changed into pennies money enough to buy the next house north of the church at Berks and Mervine. That house was bought by the Wiatt Mite Society, which was organized for the purpose of taking the 57 cents and enlarging on them sufficiently to buy the property for the Primary Department of the Sunday school. In the Wiatt Mite Society was Mr. Edward O. Elliott ( now one of our trustees) who has charge of this picture, and was then a member.

Then when the crowd became so great we could no longer get in there, the thought impressed itself upon our congregation, "We ought to have a larger church and a larger Sunday school room". Faith in God was the characteristic of this people, and they said, "We can do it", notwithstanding the fact that the church had a mortgage on it then, I think, of $30,000, and that we had no money in advance. Yet the conviction was strong that we ought to build a larger church, and some ventured so far, though then it seemed absurd, to say that we might "build on Broad Street somewhere". But the Wiatt Mite Society, using the influence of Hattie May Wiatt's first deposit, raised the money to pay, as I said, for the house, and then the undertaking was before us, whether we would go out and try to build a large church. I walked over to see Mr. Baird, who lived on the corner where the German Athletic Association now has its meetings, and asked him what he wanted for this lot on which the Temple now stands.

He said that he wanted $30,000. I told him that we had only 54 cents toward the $30,000, but that we were foolish enough to think that some time we would yet own that lot. Encouraged by what he said, and with no opposition on the part of the Board of Deacons, I went around again to talk with him, and asked him if he would not hold the lot for five years. Mr. Baird said: "I have been thinking this matter over and have made up my mind I will sell you that lot for $25,000, taking $5,000 less than I think it is worth, and I will take the 54 cents as the first payment and you may give me a mortgage for the rest at 5%. I went back and so reported to the church, and they said: "Well, we can raise more money that 54 cents", but I went over and left the 54 cents with Mr. Baird and took a receipt for it as a part payment on the lot. Mr. Baird afterwards returned the 54 cents as another gift. Thus we bought the lot, and thus encouraged of God step by step, we went on constructing this building. We owed $109,000 when it was done, but we had courage and faith in God then. We could hardly have dreamed then that in the number of years that followed this people, without wealth, each giving only as he could afford from his earnings, could have paid off so great a debt without any outside help. The only outside help that we really received was from Mr. Bucknell. Although our church was then called the Grace Baptist Church, he was not willing that we should call the new building a church until the mortgage was paid. He gave us $10,000 on the condition that we call this building by some other name than the Grace Baptist Church, and that accounts for its being called The Temple instead of the Grace Church. Afterwards, when we did pay off the mortgage accounts, we dedicated the building and have a right now to call it whatever we choose, but after 21 years of being named as it is, there is no reason why we should change it, and there is no hope of doing so if we should undertake it. It will always be known as The Temple. I must state here also that in the house purchased by the sale of the 57 cents was organized The Temple University.

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Man, a story like that sure puts faith and sincerity into a new perspective. Thanks for sharing, and also thanks to greg1959 for finding out the interesting facts behind that story.

Yep "SNOPES" according to George Soros.

I'm a believer in God not Snope.

Call me a sap if you want. God and I will get through it together.

AMEN.

amen!!!

john i am with you God bless you al

Her shabby, unkept appearance, worn and crumpled red purse, in a poor tenement area...does not seem to fit the Photo [pristine]. probably a good story for the givers and gullible.
About 1913 also, that explains a lot.