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

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One night while <strong>the</strong>y were hav<strong>in</strong>g a Jericho march around <strong>the</strong>hall, God corrected me, “Stop judg<strong>in</strong>g, start march<strong>in</strong>g… and youricy heart will melt.”“Me? Jo<strong>in</strong> that crowd?” I scoffed. They were all shout<strong>in</strong>g, s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>gand prais<strong>in</strong>g. But from my smug, superior attitude, <strong>the</strong>y appearedas k<strong>in</strong>dergartners to me. I just dismissed <strong>the</strong>m. I didn’t even like<strong>the</strong> name of those meet<strong>in</strong>gs. Henry called <strong>the</strong>m “Henry’s glorymeet<strong>in</strong>gs”, and I knew that couldn’t be right. The glory is God’s,not Henry’s. I judged, and wherever I have judged, God hasdealt with me. But God showed me, however immature <strong>the</strong>sepeople were, He had grace for <strong>the</strong>ir immaturity. He didn’t havegrace for my pride, though, <strong>in</strong> my believ<strong>in</strong>g I knew so muchmore and was so much better than <strong>the</strong>y were.When I f<strong>in</strong>ally gave <strong>in</strong> to <strong>the</strong> prompt<strong>in</strong>g of <strong>the</strong> Lord, I got <strong>in</strong>tol<strong>in</strong>e with <strong>the</strong> people who were s<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g and march<strong>in</strong>g around <strong>the</strong>hall. Before that time, I had never banged a tambour<strong>in</strong>e or clappedmy hands to <strong>the</strong> music. Like a lump of ice dropped <strong>in</strong>to boil<strong>in</strong>gwater, someth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>side of me began to melt. In those meet<strong>in</strong>gs,I began to experience <strong>the</strong> breath of God who blessed me as soonas I stopped judg<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> people and united with <strong>the</strong>m.For many years after that, I associated with Henry, who welcomedmy m<strong>in</strong>istry <strong>in</strong> his glory meet<strong>in</strong>gs all over Brita<strong>in</strong>. I appreciatedthat Henry was able to set people free, even though hehad no m<strong>in</strong>istry to keep <strong>the</strong>m free — like someone putt<strong>in</strong>g a tapon <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> bath and not putt<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> plug <strong>in</strong>. As long as I live, I willbe grateful for <strong>the</strong> day I met this bro<strong>the</strong>r, even though I may nothave agreed with him <strong>in</strong> everyth<strong>in</strong>g.Mov<strong>in</strong>g to Paddock WoodOne day <strong>in</strong> 1960, Henry came to me with a message. “There is abro<strong>the</strong>r named Archie Friday down <strong>in</strong> Paddock Wood <strong>in</strong> Kent,”he said, “who would like for you to come and co-pastor <strong>the</strong>church <strong>the</strong>re.”I went to Kent to meet Archie, not know<strong>in</strong>g he would be part ofmy life for <strong>the</strong> next twenty years. He was a bus<strong>in</strong>essman whoowned two or three garages and had also f<strong>in</strong>anced and founded<strong>the</strong> church <strong>in</strong> Paddock Wood.109

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