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
For many weeks, I ran him in to the vegetable market where hewould bid for the vegetables. Then, I would pick them, put themin the van, bring them back to his house and stack them in hisgarden shed for him. I didn’t receive much more than a grunt ofthanks from him. He just tolerated me because I was useful tohim.It was a long wait before he got his compensation money. AtChristmas time, Brother Brown’s compensation still had not comethrough, so Marj and I took presents around to his house. I suggested,as a little overture of friendship, that we should all go upto Trafalgar Square in London where different bands, includingthe Salvation Army band, came there to play carols during theChristmas season. It was always a thrilling sight to see the thousandsof people gathered around the colorfully lighted tree fromNorway and to hear them singing as the bands played.So both of our families went to Trafalgar Square to join the festivities.Brother Brown had a little boy named David who wasthe same age as my daughter, Beryl and they would always betogether — where one was, you could always find the other.After we were there for a while, I noticed that Beryl was not insight.“Where is Beryl?” I asked Marj, scanning the crowd.“She’s not here?” Marj answered. “Well, she is probably overthere with the Browns.”“Eunice,” I shouted. “Have you got Beryl there?”“No,” she called back to me. “Have you got David there?”Both children were missing, lost in that multitude of people. Nowcircumstances drew together two fathers who were seeking theirlost children. Together, we went to a policeman who informedus that we would have to go to Scotland Yard. So we left theothers and went to Scotland Yard where we stood at the counterand gave all the particulars, their names, description, sex, and soon.“Have you any lost children here?” I questioned the policeman.“Yes, we have,” came the answer, “but how do we know thatyou are the parents of the lost children?”114
“Mister,” I remarked. “I don’t have to prove I am the father ofmy little girl. I only have to show my face; that’s all.”We walked down a corridor to a room where our two childrenwere sitting on a counter, drinking orange juice and eating chocolate.When I put my head around the door, Beryl shouted,“Daddy!”“Is that proof enough?” I asked the policeman.We signed the two children out and went back to our families —two fathers with their prodigal children! These incidents wereworking to bring us closer together. I knew, in some measure,Brother Brown had softened towards me, but I knew I hadn’twon him yet. I asked the Lord what more I could do to breakdown the barrier between us.The Lord responded, “All the time, you are superior to him. Allthe time, your brother has to hold his hand out. He is on thereceiving end of ministry and is the one who has to say, ‘Thankyou’. He is so useless and helpless, because of what he has gonethrough. He resents your superior quality. He resented it fromthe day you arrived at Paddock Wood, and he still resents it.”“Lord,” I cried. “What can I do?”“Put yourself under,” He said. “You will never win him by puttingyourself over.”“How can I put myself under?” I wondered. “I know! I knowhow to put myself under.” I was having a problem with the dynamoon my van. The battery was losing its charge, causing thelights to become dim, and I continually had to recharge the battery.I knew Brother Brown was much more superior to me mechanically,so I could honestly ask him to help me with my problem.“Brother,” I said. “I wonder if you could help me.” I had carefullychosen these words which I knew he hadn’t heard since his accident.His reaction was immediate and obvious — like patting adejected dog with its tail down. The dog’s tail goes up and startswagging.“What can I do to help you?” he asked.115
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“Mister,” I remarked. “I don’t have to prove I am <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r ofmy little girl. I only have to show my face; that’s all.”We walked down a corridor to a room where our two childrenwere sitt<strong>in</strong>g on a counter, dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g orange juice and eat<strong>in</strong>g chocolate.When I put my head around <strong>the</strong> door, Beryl shouted,“Daddy!”“Is that proof enough?” I asked <strong>the</strong> policeman.We signed <strong>the</strong> two children out and went back to our families —two fa<strong>the</strong>rs with <strong>the</strong>ir prodigal children! These <strong>in</strong>cidents werework<strong>in</strong>g to br<strong>in</strong>g us closer toge<strong>the</strong>r. I knew, <strong>in</strong> some measure,Bro<strong>the</strong>r Brown had softened towards me, but I knew I hadn’twon him yet. I asked <strong>the</strong> Lord what more I could do to breakdown <strong>the</strong> barrier between us.The Lord responded, “All <strong>the</strong> time, you are superior to him. All<strong>the</strong> time, your bro<strong>the</strong>r has to hold his hand out. He is on <strong>the</strong>receiv<strong>in</strong>g end of m<strong>in</strong>istry and is <strong>the</strong> one who has to say, ‘Thankyou’. He is so useless and helpless, because of what he has gonethrough. He resents your superior quality. He resented it from<strong>the</strong> day you arrived at Paddock Wood, and he still resents it.”“Lord,” I cried. “What can I do?”“Put yourself under,” He said. “You will never w<strong>in</strong> him by putt<strong>in</strong>gyourself over.”“How can I put myself under?” I wondered. “I know! I knowhow to put myself under.” I was hav<strong>in</strong>g a problem with <strong>the</strong> dynamoon my van. The battery was los<strong>in</strong>g its charge, caus<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>lights to become dim, and I cont<strong>in</strong>ually had to recharge <strong>the</strong> battery.I knew Bro<strong>the</strong>r Brown was much more superior to me mechanically,so I could honestly ask him to help me with my problem.“Bro<strong>the</strong>r,” I said. “I wonder if you could help me.” I had carefullychosen <strong>the</strong>se words which I knew he hadn’t heard s<strong>in</strong>ce his accident.His reaction was immediate and obvious — like patt<strong>in</strong>g adejected dog with its tail down. The dog’s tail goes up and startswagg<strong>in</strong>g.“What can I do to help you?” he asked.115
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