---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Moench, Louis F.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 18
number: 1
published: 1914-11
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Moench, Louis F., "Does God Answer Prayer?", *Improvement Era* 18, no. 1 (November 1914): 51–55.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1801unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera1801unse
start_page: 51
end_page: 55
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1914-11)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1801unse
  publication_year: 1914
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1914, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Does God Answer Prayer?

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            Does God Answer Prayer?
                         BY LOUIS F. MOENCH

    God's eyes are upon all men; he knows their thoughts, and
he hears their prayers.
    From a human standpoint this seems impossible, especially
when millions of people are daily seeking personal recognition
through prayer. Incredible, as this may seem, there are countless
truths quite as marvelous and totally as inexplicable as that God
hears personal prayer, a fact plainly set forth in his sacred word.
     The growth of the giant oak from the tiny acorn the marvel-
                                                            ;

ous working of the human brain the beating of the heart seventy-
                                    ;

two times per minute, or 2,650,838,400 times in an average life,
and a thousand and one similar marvels, too numerous to mention, are equally mysterious and incomprehensible to the human
mind. Doubt as we may, the acorn grows into a tree the human    ;

brain works and achieves marvels and the heart beats without
                                            ;

cessation for many years    —for a hundred years even, where the
laws governing its action are faithfully adhered to.
     But if the laws that govern are broken, there is no response.
So with prayer. Untold numbers testify that God hears and answers prayers, in case the laws governing prayer are faithfully
followed.
     Here is the simple key: "Ask and ye shall receive, knock
and it shall be opened unto you." But the law is also: "Let him
ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like the
wave of the sea, driven with the wind and tossed. For let not that
man think that he shall receive anything of the Lord."
     What a grand principle this is when properly understood.
David understood it when he exclaimed

     "Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from
thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there; if I make my
bed in hell, behold thou art there. If I take the wings of morning, and
dwell in the uttermost ports of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me.
and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, surely the darkness shall
cover me; even the night shall be light above me.         Yea the darkness
h'deth not from thee but the night shinetb as the day the darkness and
                     ;                                  ;

the light are both alike to thee."

     David, through bitter experience, learned this lesson, even
as thousands later have learned it: but, unfortunately, frequently
not until it is too late to profit by t. The bov realized this when
                                        ;

he accompanied his father to steal apples.     The father climbed

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upon a stump to see if anyone was about. The boy then, like
David, realized the full meaning of the situation when he exclaimed, "Father, look up!"
     A man once had a dream, so a story goes. His spirit left
his body.    A guide stood by his side and escorted him to the
gates of heaven.    He was there left in an ante-room to wait a
few moments till his guide should return. While waiting he
discovered that the walls were covered with pictures of various
shapes and in different attitudes. On closer inspection he found
that they were pictures of himself, taken from his own doings in
actual life.  He then and there realized that he was "made to be
his own judge."
     What calamities might be averted, what heartaches avoided,
if men properly understood and realized, that there is an All-see-

ing One who sees them, and even knows their thoughts, and that
the deeds of their lives are recorded which some day they must
meet: "The books were opened, and men were judged out of
things which were written in the books."         If they knew and
believed, how different their acts in life would be
     But does God actually see us, read our thoughts, and hear
our prayers? In the early rise of the Church, the Lord gave the
following proof to Oliver Cowdery that he heard and answered
his prayer

    "Verily, verily, I say unto you, if you desire a further witness, cast
your mind upon that night you cried unto me in your heart that you might
know concerning the truth of these things. Did T not speak peace to
your mind concerning this matter? What greater witness can you have,
than of God?     And now behold you have received a witness, for if I
have told you things which no man knoweth, have you not received a
witness ?"

           Again,

       "Blessed art thou for what thou hast inquired of me, and behold
as    often  as thou hast inquired, thou hast received instruction of my
spirit."

     Here, then, is the key, if God has whispered peace to our
souls and given us an answer to things which no man knew save
him and us alone, is there not here a positive proof that he has
heard and answered our prayers? I know not what proof others
may have had, but as for myself, governed by this key, I know
that       my prayers have been answered, again and again.        I   wish
to g ve:
             two or three incidents in my life, as a testimony.
           While on a mission
                          in Germany, during the years 1884-88
thisincident occured.   When the Savior sent out his disciples
to preach he instructed them:    "Into whatsoever city or town
ye shall enter, inquire who in it is worthy, and there abide till
ye go hence."    In accordance with these instructions, I made it

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a practice on entering a town to offer up a silent prayer to the
Lord, asking him to direct my footsteps to the house that would
be worthy of my message, and where the people would furnish me
food and lodging. On one occasion of which I speak, I stood by a
fountain and offered up a silent prayer to the Lord to direct my
footsteps.  The Spirit of the Lord immediately prompted me to
knock at the door of a large, beautiful house just opposite and
fronting this fountain of water. Upon approaching it, my heart
failed me, and I walked past in another direction.      After walking several blocks, I was prompted to turn to the left, through a
small gate, leading through a large, heavy rock-wall which formed
the inclosure of a beautiful park containing several buildings. On
being led to one particular building, standing close by the driveway, I found the door partly open. About to knock, I heard the
most humble prayer to which it has ever fallen to my lot to listen.
When the amen was spoken, I knocked and was bidden to enter.
I found a man who was blind, and who appeared to be between
ninety and a hundred years old. He said he lived alone, that his
children had all forsaken him, and there was no one who ever
came to visit him, except an old lady. She was similarly afflicted
and came frequently to comfort and cheer him. However, she
was now sick abed, so no one came to see him. He said he had
pleaded with the Lord to send someone to comfort and cheer him,
because he felt lonely and forsaken.     I told him that the Lord
had heard and answered his prayer for I was a servant of the
Lord, come to preach the true gospel of Christ, sent to administer
comfort to the needy, the sick and the afflicted, and to bind up
the broken-hearted.
      For about an hour and a half I visited with him and explained the scriptures and invoked the blessings of the Lord
upon him. When I was about to go, he made me promise that I
would also visit the sick old lady who had been so kind to him.
He gave me the directions, and upon following them I found myself, to my great surprise, at the large house opposite the fountain where, two hours before, I had offered my silent prayer,
asking the Lord to direct me where to go.
      On entering I was conducted to the sick chamber of a lady,
who was bowed down with old age, very feeble, and unable to rise
from her bed of affliction to which she had been confined for
several weeks. In accordance with the old gentleman's request, and
also her earnest wish, I explained the scriptures to her.      After
prayer, in which the Lord was asked to bless and comfort her.
T was about to go when she asked me where I was going to stay

that night.    I                        Lord would direct me
                   said I did not know, that the
where to go. She told me of a widow who frequently entertained
strangers. I went to her home where I was royally entertained
from Saturday night until Monday morning. On Sunday morn-

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ing, she introducedme at meeting to her minister who invited
me to preach. At the close of the services he emptied the collection box into my lap, "for," said he, "you have surely earned it."
On Monday morning, the widow not only furnished me an excellent lunch for my journey, but also money to help pay my expenses
on the way.     Thus marvelously had the Lord heard and answered my prayer.
     Another instance comes to my mind. I had selected as my
place of prayer, a sheltering tree which stood near the outskirts
of town. At a certain time I asked the Lord, as before, to direct
my footsteps where my services were most needed, and where
willing hearts would listen to his word.  I walked leisurely into
town, trusting the Spirit of the Lord to guide my feet. After
making several turns, I was suddenly prompted to go to the right.
This led me through a door and up a flight of stairs. As on
the previous occasion, I found a door ajar and, stopping, I heard
the most humble supplication ever offered up by youthful lips.
I knocked at the door and was invited to enter.   I told the young
lady, whose eyes were wet with tears, that I had heard her
prayer through the open door, and that I would be pleased to do
anything I could for her. She told me the minister of the little
town had visited her the night before, and made her believe that
she was so wicked that she never could obtain forgiveness for
her sins, and, therefore, would be forever lost. She felt so dis-
 heartened and discouraged that she knelt and asked the Lord
that her sins might be forgiven, and that he would send one of
his servants to give her this assurance to comfort and to bless
her. When I left she cheerfully took up the burden of life again,
thanking the Lord for his kindness and mercy in answering her
prayer in an hour of bitter trial.
     One more incident I made an appointment with a minister
                        :

of the Lutheran church to explain the principles of the gospel as
 we understand them to him. The town lies about six miles distant
 from Stuttgart, and is known as Hadelfingen. As I started on
my journey it began to rain, gradually increasing until it fairly
 poured.   I sought shelter under an awning on one of the lead-

 ing streets of Stuttgart. Here I offered a silent prayer unto the
 Lord, relating my predicament.     I was getting wet through, I
 had no umbrella, while there were many who had two. Would
 he not provide me with shelter from the rain ? After the storm
 ceased somewhat, I renewed my journey, arriving at my destination at about the appointed time.  I was kindly entertained,
and, after the evening lunch, was invited into the library. The
minister seemed much interested and after explaining the principles of the Gospel as I understood them, he told me it was
God's truth, but that the world was too wicked to receive it.
I might find, here and there, converts, but they would be very

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few and far between, and my greatest enemies would be the ministers of the   various denominations.   He knew of but one, the
Reverend Mr. Hoffacker, of Goepingen, who would be willing
to listen to me.    He requested that I go and visit him, stating
that he would pay all my expenses.        He said ministers were
preaching for hire and were afraid that their little crafts would
be endangered by my doctrine.       His words were literally fulfilled, for, aside from this man Hoffacker, I found but one other

willing to listen to my message. Next morning the sky was clear,
and never did the sun shine with more splendor. My friend,
who had so kindly entertained me during the night, giving me a
good bed and an excellent breakfast, accompanied me to the gate,
where he pressed enough money into my hand to visit the minister at Goepingen.     Just as I was about to leave, he accosted
me with the remark, "Mr. Moench, have you no umbrella?"
On answering him no, he said, "I have two, and you shall have
one of them," and then brought a brand-new umbrella and gave
it to me.     My prayer had been answered, at a time and under
circumstances least expected. I told him that he had been very
kind to me, had fed, lodged and given me money, and now
protected me against the storm. I had no money to give him
nothing but the dear gospel message which I had already delivered.    We went to his library and there in prayer I invoked the
blessings of the Lord upon him, and when he finally offered me
his hand to bid me God speed, he could not have looked at me
with a more thankful expression than he did. It caused me to
wonder if missionaries really understand who and what they
are, and what a glorious message they have to bear to the children of men.
     These are a few among the many incidents that give me
the assurance that God lives, that his eyes are upon us, and
that he knows our thoughts and hears our prayers.
OGDEN,   UTAH

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