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

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“It is 10:10 and the 6:30 plane to Birmingham hasn’t left yet. It’sthe same in Birmingham. The snow there has been grounding allplanes. By the way,” the agent said, turning to me, “You wouldn’twant to go to Birmingham, would you?”“Go to Birmingham? Sure!” I exclaimed. That would get me acrossthe Irish Sea back into my own country.“There is one spare seat on the plane, and it was due out at 6:30,but it hasn’t left yet.” He wrote up a ticket for me.I ran for the plane and we took off soon afterward into thesnow-choked skies. By midnight, I was in Birmingham. I crunchedmy way through the snow to the end of the entryway outsidethe airport and stood on the road to London until 1:00 in themorning. I suppose I looked like a snowman by that time as Iwaited for God to provide a lift to London.When I saw an old meat van clanking down the road, I waved,and he pulled up. “Thank you for stopping,” I said. “I wonder ifI could beg a lift towards London.”“I’m going all the way into London,” he replied, “and I’ll be gladfor your company.” The driver dropped me at Charring Crosswhere I managed to catch a train. Because of the freeze, the firsttrain, which was due out at 6:30 was five hours late. I got on thattrain, arriving at Paddock Wood 1:30 in the afternoon on BoxingDay!God had really blessed us, and we had a wonderful time enjoyinga long Christmas holiday, as we were snowed in all that week.The snow grew thicker outside, but we had plenty of fuel andkept warm. The reports we heard said snow had blocked all theroads and no trains were running. I thanked God who undertookfor me when I didn’t accept the “fact” I was stuck at the airport,but waited to hear the truth from Him.Dublin, Ireland… “You ask me how I know He lives;He lives within my heart.”While eating an ice cream cone one lovely summer day in Dublin,Ireland, I strolled across a bridge that spans the Liffy River. I noticedthat everything goes into that river — from a discarded168
piano to a dead cat — or if, perchance you fall out with a hotheadedIrishman, you yourself might go into it!As I strolled across among the crowds of people walking on thebridge, I saw a man energetically preaching to a group of people,which included some students seated on the parapet of the bridge.Out of curiosity, I stopped to listen as I finished my ice cream.The students were taunting the man, a Jehovah’s Witness, andhe was determined to get the better of them. He was trying toprove his point, but they were just using him for entertainment.They had challenged him on an issue and the man bent over,delving into a case of books he had with him to give them ananswer.I began to move on away from that scene when God spoke tome: “Go back and sing.”I said, “Oh no, Lord….” For one thing, I’m not a singer, and foranother thing, I didn’t know what I should sing. Although, becausemy peace was ruffled, I knew I was disobeying God bycontinuing to walk away. So I submitted and went back somewhatfearfully to the crowd around the Jehovah’s Witness whowas now heatedly arguing with the students.Presenting myself in obedience to the Lord, I stood there waiting.One of the students shouted, “How do you know?”The Spirit suddenly prompted me. I opened my mouth and sang:“You ask me how I know He lives; He lives within my heart.”It wasn’t the music, but the words that the Spirit anointed. Helives within my heart. That was all God gave me. Abruptly, Iturned and left the crowd, while behind me, I heard someonesay, “Nobody can argue with that. That’s the answer.”The Boat to RosslareAt a time in my life when I was too poor to own a vehicle of myown, I would often hitchhike hundreds of miles from place toplace. I could never be certain I would get to the terminal ontime to catch a particular bus, plane or train. Ministry along theway often complicated my schedule, as happened on one occasionwhen I was journeying to southern Ireland.169
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AROUND THE WORLD IN 88 YEARSBy Arth
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Book Orders & InformationWeb Page:
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PrefaceIn more than 70 years of min
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my father’s second marriage. Many
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avoid each stair that creaked. I wo
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oom house, as if he were important.
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I sat down, and with Father dictati
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Then the preacher went around the r
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One of his preacher friends was dri
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On the promenade in Whitley Bay14
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Mother asked him if he was ill and
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cial was coming to speak the next W
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an angel from heaven tell you anyth
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ing strawberries. I knew I hadn’t
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Directing myself toward the Roman C
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oken teeth on the right side of my
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These words, floating down over my
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Clockwise from left:1. 1934 - On wi
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Then, something wonderful happened
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On one occasion, I went to the rail
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Pioneering in the early 30’sI was
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for me from the ships’ chandlers,
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The Lake District. Bump! Bump! Bump
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“You can have as much as ever you
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4 Pastor BurtSomehow I patched up t
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Whenever I would stand up, the nois
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eceived it), I was furious, but it
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“Hello, Brother Burt,” he calle
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“A revival has been reported in S
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onto my head, and the power of God
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Holy Ghost invasionsIt was about th
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the congregation. Sometimes people
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een bolted to the ground. We just h
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5 The ButtonIn 1940, Marj and I wer
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presence, I made certain we were ne
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died. The Bible tells us it was bec
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As the girls rowed in front of us,
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Our little home in NottinghamshireT
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as if I was violently in love. The
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I would go out in the mornings and
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6 The “Conchee”At the beginning
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evening, he got up from the platfor
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Miriam. Toward the end of the meal,
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one or two. To further humiliate me
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Living by a proceeding Word from Go
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kept the door locked between our qu
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moved my food quickly, and she foll
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7 The BlackoutA few of the stories
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wife, preventing her from committin
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He resists the proud…and He does
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What then is the answer? The only w
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nary pan, you are losing pressure.
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I would oblige him whenever he woul
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Then we had an awful winter with a
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forth fruit, and by our fruit we wo
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8 “The Glory Meetings”As the mo
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One night while they were having a
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“Your family can stay here a mont
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“You’ve got your own wilderness
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“Mister,” I remarked. “I don
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“The porter just picked up my lug
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doesn’t really do much for your i
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15Crumbs from aBroken LoafIt is for
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Joy came to me one day and asked me
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“Oh,” he sputtered, “of cours
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He says, “Are you telling me, you
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ly that the message the Spirit of G
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that they’re wonderful. But then
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have now about this house from the
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ministering to God. When you minist
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