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

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a quarter ‘til six. I knew <strong>the</strong> shops all closed at 6:00, so I movedfaster than I had ever moved <strong>in</strong> my life.I made one purchase to split <strong>the</strong> £5 note up and sent my family<strong>in</strong> different directions to buy food: bread, butter, cheese, milk,cereals, jams. We were grateful to receive that last m<strong>in</strong>ute provisionfrom <strong>the</strong> Lord and also grateful for how much we were ableto purchase with it. That was our roughest time <strong>in</strong> Kent.After a month, we moved to Hill Top Farm <strong>in</strong> that beautiful countrydistrict <strong>in</strong>to a mobile house surrounded by an orchard of appleand cherry trees. We had already started our children <strong>in</strong>to school<strong>in</strong> Maidstone, so everyday we had to take <strong>the</strong>m to <strong>the</strong> railwaystation and send <strong>the</strong>m to school <strong>in</strong> Maidstone a few miles away.All <strong>the</strong> children were happy except Beryl, who I sometimes wouldf<strong>in</strong>d cry<strong>in</strong>g. I’d dry her tears and encourage her, and f<strong>in</strong>ally, shegot used to our new home.“Put yourself under.”Shortly after we settled <strong>in</strong> Paddock Wood, I encountered a bro<strong>the</strong>r<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> meet<strong>in</strong>gs who didn’t care for my m<strong>in</strong>istry.“No doubt,” Bro<strong>the</strong>r Brown sneered at me, “God has sent aprophet <strong>in</strong> our midst.”At one meet<strong>in</strong>g, he openly accosted me. “All you do is heap bucketsof sludge over my head,” he accused.“Well, Bro<strong>the</strong>r,” I reasoned with him, “Do you just come to listento messages for o<strong>the</strong>r people? You are accus<strong>in</strong>g me of be<strong>in</strong>g spitefulto you.”“I am,” he admitted bitterly.“Bro<strong>the</strong>r,” I told him, “God says to pray for those who despitefullyuse you.”I was satisfied I had dealt with him effectively until some weekslater. I had gone for <strong>the</strong> weekend up to Blyth <strong>in</strong> Northumberlandwhere I m<strong>in</strong>istered on <strong>the</strong> Scripture, “I will allure her, and br<strong>in</strong>gher <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> wilderness…and she shall s<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>re….” (Hos 2:14,15) God spoke to me through my own m<strong>in</strong>istry.112

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