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

Hitchhiking to NottinghamAlthough we were still living in Paddock Wood and I was attendingthe meetings occasionally, I was no longer committed to thechurch as a pastor. Instead, I was hitchhiking many hundreds,and then thousands of miles from Colerain in North Ireland toCork in the South, to every part of the British Isles.Once, I hitched a ride to Nottingham with a spiritist. He askedme a lot of questions about the Gospel, and because he was soopen, I sat and talked with him for a long time after we arrived.While I didn’t bring him to the point of salvation, I knew Godwas dealing with the man. By the time I got out of the car, it wastoo late to go where I had planned to stop off for the night.Wearily, I walked through the silent streets of Nottingham.“Lord,” I said, “I don’t know what to do. I have no money and Ineed a bed.”The Lord spoke to me, “Your bed is at the second turning on theleft.” I walked on to the second turning on the left, a lone streetlamp lighting the way, and saw it was a cul-de-sac. When I turnedin, I saw in the dim light a beautiful big, long-distance motorcoach.“There’s your bed,” God told me.“But Lord,” I objected. “I’m not used to doing things like this.”“There’s your bed,” He repeated. “Remember how I said, ‘Godown and you will find a colt tied, on which no one has sat….’ Ifanybody asks, say, ‘The Lord has need of it….’” (Mark 11:2,3)The motor coach was not mine, but then, the colt didn’t belongto the disciples either.I tried the door of the coach. It was unlocked, so I slid it backbehind me and went down to the rear of the coach. There weretwo large blankets on the long back seat. Absolutely weary, I laydown and fell fast asleep. When I woke up, it was 6:30 in themorning. I folded the blankets, slipped out of the coach into thegrowing daylight and went on my way.144