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

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“You’ve got your own wilderness,” He rebuked me, “and youneed to deal with that man who resents you. You smugly dismissedhim by tell<strong>in</strong>g him to “pray for <strong>the</strong>m which despitefullyuse you.” (Matt 5:44) You’ve got to w<strong>in</strong> him. If he has becomeyour enemy, your bus<strong>in</strong>ess is to destroy him as your enemy, and<strong>the</strong> only way you can do that is by lov<strong>in</strong>g him to death.”I went back home know<strong>in</strong>g I had to face this situation. But beforeI had an opportunity to do anyth<strong>in</strong>g, this bro<strong>the</strong>r had a terribleaccident. He was us<strong>in</strong>g weld<strong>in</strong>g equipment <strong>in</strong> a pit beneath a carwhen a spark from <strong>the</strong> weld<strong>in</strong>g torch set fire to some oily rags,and he was trapped under <strong>the</strong> car <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> blaz<strong>in</strong>g pit. Even <strong>the</strong>people who dragged him out were badly burned.When I went to visit him <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> hospital, I was shocked at <strong>the</strong>sight of him. The flames had charred all <strong>the</strong> flesh on his face, hisnose, his ears. His eyes were two holes <strong>in</strong> a scab of a face.“Oh, Lord,” I prayed. “How can I m<strong>in</strong>ister to my bro<strong>the</strong>r?” Icould sense his helpless rage. This was a man who, <strong>in</strong> no wise,accepted or welcomed my visit or anyth<strong>in</strong>g I tried to do for him.I brought his wife to <strong>the</strong> hospital and offered to do whatever Icould to help. I knew Bro<strong>the</strong>r Brown resented me, but I didn’tunderstand why. Possibly he was jealous of me; perhaps he feltthat he should have been <strong>the</strong> pastor of <strong>the</strong> church. I didn’t know.I cont<strong>in</strong>ued to visit him, week after week, for many months. Hewas <strong>in</strong> agony, suffer<strong>in</strong>g through many operations, as doctorsgrafted sk<strong>in</strong> from his thigh onto his face. When he returned home,he was rehabilitated and set up <strong>in</strong> a position cobbl<strong>in</strong>g shoes. Hishands looked horrible, and when he walked, he almost lookedlike a Frankenste<strong>in</strong> monster.Seek<strong>in</strong>g to do what I could to help this bro<strong>the</strong>r and to w<strong>in</strong> him, Iwould go around collect<strong>in</strong>g shoes among <strong>the</strong> people <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> churchand <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> village, say<strong>in</strong>g, “If you have shoes that need repair, I’lltake <strong>the</strong>m to Bro<strong>the</strong>r Brown for you.”I wondered what else I could do. Bro<strong>the</strong>r Brown had eight childrenand I had n<strong>in</strong>e, so we had that <strong>in</strong> common. I offered to takehim <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> vegetable market, because like me, he was <strong>the</strong> onewho did <strong>the</strong> vegetable buy<strong>in</strong>g.113

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