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

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Bro<strong>the</strong>r Friday. I’ll leave Paddock Wood and I will go and walk<strong>the</strong> land with <strong>the</strong> Gospel.”From <strong>the</strong> moment I acted upon my faith,<strong>the</strong> pa<strong>in</strong> began to ease.Shortly afterward, a bro<strong>the</strong>r came to visit from <strong>the</strong> church andbrought me a tape by Oral Roberts. The Lord told me, “Whenyou put your hands on that tape recorder, I will heal you.”While I listened to Bro<strong>the</strong>r Roberts, I managed to stretch out myhands and put <strong>the</strong>m on <strong>the</strong> tape recorder. The power of Godwent through me and I had an immediate witness from God thatI was healed.The next morn<strong>in</strong>g when I woke up, I felt twice as ill. I was nowfaced with a challenge. Was I to believe <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>ner witness of <strong>the</strong>Holy Spirit who told me dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> night I was healed? Not once,<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> whole course of my life, have I had that assurance andknown it to be anyth<strong>in</strong>g but truth. I knew I had been healed lastnight, but my body was just defy<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> witness of <strong>the</strong> Spirit ofGod. I flung myself aga<strong>in</strong>st <strong>the</strong> back of <strong>the</strong> bed. What do I believe…my body or <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>ner witness? I settled it. The witness was<strong>the</strong> truth. God had healed me to send me forth to do His will.When I surrendered to Him, I knew God met my need, eventhough noth<strong>in</strong>g changed outwardly.Intensely weak, I swung my legs over <strong>the</strong> side of <strong>the</strong> bed. Nofanfare of trumpets split <strong>the</strong> sky, no angels came to me. All I hadwas His assurance <strong>in</strong> my spirit. From that moment, my faith wasreleased to <strong>the</strong> truth God that healed my body. Believ<strong>in</strong>g that, Iacted on it, gett<strong>in</strong>g out of bed. From <strong>the</strong> moment I acted uponmy faith, <strong>the</strong> pa<strong>in</strong> began to ease.I had a large swollen ve<strong>in</strong>, and it was black from <strong>the</strong> knee up. For<strong>the</strong> next several weeks, <strong>the</strong> first th<strong>in</strong>g I would do each day was tolook at that swollen ve<strong>in</strong>.“What are you look<strong>in</strong>g at?” God asked me one morn<strong>in</strong>g.“Lord,” I answered. “I am look<strong>in</strong>g at my leg.”“Every time you look at your leg, you are feed<strong>in</strong>g your unbelief,”He said. “Feed your faith and starve your unbelief!”141

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