Today marks the 178th birthday of F. B. Meyer — a name many have forgotten, but one that holds deep meaning for me.
Meyer was a beloved pastor, preacher, and prolific writer during the late 1800s and early 1900s. His ministry influenced people across the globe during his lifetime, and his words still carry a quiet, powerful resonance — at least they have for me.
Years ago, I stumbled onto one of his books quite by accident. I can’t even remember how or where, but what I do remember is how it spoke to me. His words were warm, wise, deeply spiritual — and somehow, personal. From that day on, I began tracking down more of his writings, one old book at a time. And now, after years of hunting and collecting, I’m pretty sure I own a copy of just about everything he ever wrote.
Most of the copies I have are well over a century old — worn, weathered, and beautiful. Holding them feels like stepping back in time and sitting under the care of a gentle, godly shepherd. There’s something about reading a very old book that’s been read and held by others over the decades… it slows me down. It makes me listen more closely. And in Meyer’s case, it always leads me back to Jesus.
The photo I’m sharing today shows just one of my shelves filled with his books — a small glimpse into my love of his work, and the way his thoughts and prayers have impacted me.
His writing might not be for everyone — he’s got a few thees and thous tucked in here and there — but if you ever come across one of his books in a used bookstore or thrift shop, give it a try. (PDFs of his books are also widely available online.) You never know what might speak to your soul.
For me, no other Christian author — modern or otherwise — has impacted me quite like F. B. Meyer. His quiet faith, his passion for Christ, his pastoral heart… it’s all there, waiting for anyone who might be searching.
So today, with deep gratitude, I say:
Happy Birthday, F. B. Meyer!
The Lord you loved so much is still using you to make a difference.