The Bank that Would Not Break On September 8, I attended a conference at Metro Church. The conference itself was not that exciting, but during the break, I began to ponder some of the things that I had been reading. One of these things was term that George Muller had referred to repeatedly in his writing and in his journals. When asked where he kept his money and resources, he referred to the “Bank that would not break.” In this break, I began to pray and ask God if this bank was a real place, or simply a metaphor that Muller used. As I was praying, I began to see an image of a large bank. As before, everything in the bank was made of gold. As I looked around I saw a man behind the counter, and approached the teller. Unlike a normal bank, behind the teller were large piles of gold, precious stones, and various kinds of material riches. I asked him what all of this was. He told me “these are the riches you have laid up in heaven.” At that moment, I saw in my hands a blank check. “Go ahead, write a check,” a voice said. I was afraid, because I didn’t want to spend my inheritance. “This is not your inheritance,” the voice said, “this is only the treasure you have laid up in heaven, go ahead and write a check.” I began to write my check. I decided that $1 million was as ludicrous an amount as I could accept. I sensed the Lord stopping me. “That is not a very big check here. Why don’t you write it for the wealth of nations?” With that, I did. The teller looked at me, smiled and told me that large checks are delivered in $1 million increments. Then I saw a large briefcase filled with cash. The teller handed it to me. With that, the vision ended. When we worship, we have power and influence in heaven. We have the power and authority to move things seen and unseen. I was beginning to develop a sense of expectation that the things I have prayed for would begin to happen, one by one. I began to be more bold in prayer. I began to expect opportunities. Again, I was learning to over come fear. This is an excerpt from The Glory of a Wasted Life by Christ Otto.