Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt

I was struggling with it when Ron crossed the road and walkedup to me.“Trouble, Mr. Burt?”I thought, “Oh, no! I am just pulling it to bits for the fun of it!” Isaid, “Something is not working right.”“I’ll tell you what, Mr. Burt. You need three hands and you onlyhave two,” he observed.“What do you mean?” I asked him.“Give me that screwdriver,” he said. “Now, you hold that. Goinside and switch it on.”I switched it on, and it hummed, though I almost wished itwouldn’t. I was learning the principle that we are all locked upto one another in the Body of Christ. God can lock us up to theuncomely member, which Ron most certainly was in my estimation,but I would have preferred to think, “I don’t need you.”One day I took my family to the seaside for a day’s outing. I hadbeen working in my garden, rearing some little tomatoes. I waslike many men who have tomatoes in a bit of a greenhouse —somewhat like a nurse in a clinic looking after a lot of babies.Every day, I watched them grow, watered them, polished them,and nursed them.We came back from our outing and, inside my garden gate, foundRon’s three youngsters.“What are you doing in my garden?” I called to them. “Comeout! You have no business being in there while we are not athome.”“We are not doing anything, Mr. Burt,” they assured me. “Wehave just put your apples on your doorstep.”“Apples?” I thought. “I don’t have any apples.” I bounded upthe path, and there were my tomatoes, all in a row like soldiers.I exploded, “Get out! Get out!”“Why can’t you keep your kids on your side of the road?” Ibellowed at Ron. So, we were divided again.102