Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt
Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt
“This is just a small congregation,” Archie explained, “and therewould not be enough income for you and your large family. Ifyou are willing to work, I can find you some.”“I have two hands,” I asserted, “and by the grace of God, I amnot afraid to work.”The Hardy brothers promised to take an offering to help me movewhenever I was ready, for which I was very grateful. They cameto me week after week inquiring, “When are you moving?” Icouldn’t very well tell them I was waiting for them to take up theoffering before I could tell them when I was moving, but thatwas the issue. I didn’t have any money at all to move.My Aunt Ada, who was eighty-eight at the time, inquired aboutthis. “I understand that you have accepted an invitation to copastora work in the south.”“Yes,” I replied.“Why haven’t you moved?” she asked.“I don’t have the money,” I explained.“Well, I’ll tell you what,” she said. “I’ll contribute £10. I’ve got£10 saved up toward my burial, but between you and me, whenI’m gone to be with Jesus, I don’t care what they do with mybody.”It seems so pathetic now to talk about such a small sum of money.I went down to the traveler that the moving people picked forus, and I asked them what they would charge. They told me £44,which was an enormous sum of money in the ‘60’s. Then, I inquiredat the railway station, where the agent told me, “We willdeliver a container to your door. You pack it and stack it, andthen you must be responsible to unpack it at the other end. Wewill charge you £19.”With Auntie Ada’s £10 for the down payment, I ordered the container,promising to pay the remainder at the other end. I didn’thave it but believed God would send it.Accompanied by two of my boys, Joseph and Steve, I hitchhikeddown to Kent and a good lady there opened her home up to us.110
“Your family can stay here a month,” she offered. So we had alanding place for one month.The boys and I hitchhiked back up to the Midlands and beganstacking our little truck with as much as I could load onto it forour immediate requirements. The container with all our furniturein it had already gone to Kent.As we prepared to leave, one of the Hardy brothers came up tome. “Brother Arthur,” he announced, “the Lord has told me topay your rent for eight weeks. If anything goes wrong down inKent and if you have to come back, you can return to your househere.” I appreciated that, because my mother and Auntie Adawere still living in the house.No one knew of my predicament — I was penniless.In moving to Kent, we had to establish a bridgehead. In theNormandy Invasion, we British crossed the channel and set up abridgehead on the Normandy coast before we could launch aninvasion against the might of the German army. In miniature, ourmove into temporary quarters was like that. I moved my possessionsvirtually without any money, believing God to completethe payment of transporting them. When my family and I got toKent, arriving in time for a meeting, I had put our last 10 shillingsin the petrol tank of my van. We had no more money and nofood. We did have lodging for one month in the house of a goodsister, but she could not care for our other needs.We arrived at Herne Bay and joined the meeting just before therewas a break for tea, or dinner. Several people I knew greeted mewarmly, calling, “Hello, Uncle Arthur!” As several came up tochat, I noticed a little lady standing, listening on the outside ofthe group.No one knew of my predicament — that I was penniless andfoodless. They just knew Uncle Arthur Burt from the Midlandswas coming to live in the south and they talked excitedly aboutmy move. Then I noticed this little lady come close to me. All ofa sudden, she darted forward and pushed something into myhand. Then, just as quickly, she disappeared into the crowd. Iopened my hand and saw a £5 note. I looked at the clock. It was111
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“This is just a small congregation,” Archie expla<strong>in</strong>ed, “and <strong>the</strong>rewould not be enough <strong>in</strong>come for you and your large family. Ifyou are will<strong>in</strong>g to work, I can f<strong>in</strong>d you some.”“I have two hands,” I asserted, “and by <strong>the</strong> grace of God, I amnot afraid to work.”The Hardy bro<strong>the</strong>rs promised to take an offer<strong>in</strong>g to help me movewhenever I was ready, for which I was very grateful. They cameto me week after week <strong>in</strong>quir<strong>in</strong>g, “When are you mov<strong>in</strong>g?” Icouldn’t very well tell <strong>the</strong>m I was wait<strong>in</strong>g for <strong>the</strong>m to take up <strong>the</strong>offer<strong>in</strong>g before I could tell <strong>the</strong>m when I was mov<strong>in</strong>g, but thatwas <strong>the</strong> issue. I didn’t have any money at all to move.My Aunt Ada, who was eighty-eight at <strong>the</strong> time, <strong>in</strong>quired aboutthis. “I understand that you have accepted an <strong>in</strong>vitation to copastora work <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> south.”“Yes,” I replied.“Why haven’t you moved?” she asked.“I don’t have <strong>the</strong> money,” I expla<strong>in</strong>ed.“Well, I’ll tell you what,” she said. “I’ll contribute £10. I’ve got£10 saved up toward my burial, but between you and me, whenI’m gone to be with Jesus, I don’t care what <strong>the</strong>y do with mybody.”It seems so pa<strong>the</strong>tic now to talk about such a small sum of money.I went down to <strong>the</strong> traveler that <strong>the</strong> mov<strong>in</strong>g people picked forus, and I asked <strong>the</strong>m what <strong>the</strong>y would charge. They told me £44,which was an enormous sum of money <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> ‘60’s. Then, I <strong>in</strong>quiredat <strong>the</strong> railway station, where <strong>the</strong> agent told me, “We willdeliver a conta<strong>in</strong>er to your door. You pack it and stack it, and<strong>the</strong>n you must be responsible to unpack it at <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r end. Wewill charge you £19.”With Auntie Ada’s £10 for <strong>the</strong> down payment, I ordered <strong>the</strong> conta<strong>in</strong>er,promis<strong>in</strong>g to pay <strong>the</strong> rema<strong>in</strong>der at <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r end. I didn’thave it but believed God would send it.Accompanied by two of my boys, Joseph and Steve, I hitchhikeddown to Kent and a good lady <strong>the</strong>re opened her home up to us.110