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

airport. I wondered if anyone would still be there to pick me up.No one was.I rang my host, Brother Bob, who explained he had left the airportafter learning my flight had been canceled. He hurried backto get me, and as he loaded my cases into his car, he said, “Beforewe go home, I would like you to come with me to the hospitalto pray for a sister.”“Oh, no,” I groaned silently, but I submitted.When we entered her room, Bob said, “Maybe, Brother, youcould lay your hands upon her and pray for her.”Hardly able to stand myself, I looked at her in that bed and wishedI could be in bed too. I walked over and laid my hands on her. AsI prayed for her, the life of God flowed through me and touchedher — and we were both healed. I had left home weak and sick,became weaker and sicker on the way, and now the power ofGod flowing through me to this sister had healed me too.“Missed Your Plane?”One Sunday night, on my way back from Los Angeles, I had tochange planes in Phoenix, Arizona, which involved traveling fromone end of the airport to the other. The transport was so slow Imissed my connecting flight. And even though it was only 6 PM,there was no way out until the next day. I inquired about a Greyhoundbus and learned it would take me ’til 4:00 the next afternoonto make the journey by bus. All of Monday’s flights werebooked and I appeared to be stuck.I sat down. At first, I judged this to be a bad situation. But I waseating of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. I was wrong.As I sat there, a man sitting at my side turned to me. “Missedyour plane?” he asked.“Yes.”“Hmm. Where are you going?”I told him. “I just rung up my friend and told him it will bealmost 24 hours before I can get there. There doesn’t seem to beany other choice.”165