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

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When I took <strong>the</strong> two <strong>in</strong>to my home, I fell <strong>in</strong>to disfavor withthose Pentecostal preachers who didn’t th<strong>in</strong>k I should take <strong>the</strong>m<strong>in</strong>. Although <strong>the</strong>ir <strong>in</strong>tentions had been good, <strong>the</strong>ir harshness hadcompounded <strong>the</strong> boy’s fears. Because I was also a Pentecostalpreacher, I terrified <strong>the</strong> boy who refused to come to <strong>the</strong> table atmealtimes. All <strong>the</strong> while, Mrs. Dark<strong>in</strong>s was under an icy, darkcloud of gloom.“Lord,” I prayed. “Now that I’ve got <strong>the</strong>m, what will I do with<strong>the</strong>m?”“Do noth<strong>in</strong>g,” He <strong>in</strong>structed me. “As an icicle will thaw <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>warmth of a kitchen, <strong>the</strong>se people will thaw, not through preach<strong>in</strong>gand not by any special treatment or exorcism. Just let <strong>the</strong>mthaw out with <strong>the</strong> perfect love which is <strong>the</strong> grace of God.”For several weeks, I ignored little Stevie. Whenever I would offermy own children and neighbors’ children sweets or fruit, I woulddeliberately leave him out. I never spoke to him but did what <strong>the</strong>Lord said to do with him — noth<strong>in</strong>g. He had arrived as death<strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> midst of life, while our children were lively and friendly,openly display<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>ir attitude of lov<strong>in</strong>g trust. This friendl<strong>in</strong>essbegan to penetrate little Stevie’s corpse-like demeanor. Then oneday, I saw a flicker of his eyes toward me while I was giv<strong>in</strong>gsweets out to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r children.“Do you want one?” I held out <strong>the</strong> bag of sweets to him, andwithout a word, he snatched one like a frightened animal. Littleby little, his defenses broke down, until f<strong>in</strong>ally, he began to jo<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong> and take a banana or sweets with <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> children. Ashe began to thaw, his adoptive mo<strong>the</strong>r began to thaw too.His eyes big with wonder, Stevie paid rapt attention to <strong>the</strong> Biblestories I would tell <strong>the</strong> children. “Uncle <strong>Arthur</strong>,” he would oftenbeg, “Tell me a story.”I began to use a technique on him to help him overcome hisfears. “Look, Uncle <strong>Arthur</strong> is very busy. If I tell you a story, you’llhave to remember it. When I ask you what was <strong>the</strong> story I toldyou yesterday, I want you to promise me you will stand up andrepeat <strong>the</strong> story to me.”Our meet<strong>in</strong>gs were held <strong>in</strong> such a warm, homey atmosphere,Stevie didn’t realize he was <strong>in</strong> a meet<strong>in</strong>g. I would say, “Now156

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