Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt
Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt
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12 Climb the Mountain!On my first trip to Israel, I stood by the Sea of Galilee with agroup of 50 people, where we listened to the guide droning awayin a lifeless monotone, telling the same old story he must havetold daily for years. The Spirit of the Lord suddenly came uponme. I said, “Oh, Lord, not here, not here,” and I quenched theSpirit. The mercury in my spiritual thermometer went down tothe freezing point. I lost my peace and felt bad about quenchingthe Spirit, crying silently, “Lord, please forgive me and help me. Iam so sorry.” I said, like Samson did, “If You will only visit meonce more, Lord, I’ll yield to You.”“Do you remember me?”The Spirit of the Lord came upon me again. It was like the burstingof a dammed-up river that came ripping through me as I criedout a message in tongues. Most of the people standing therewere not even Christians, never mind Pentecostals! It startled andshook everyone there. After the message in tongues, I thought,“Well, nobody is going to interpret this unless I do.” I held myselfopen and God gave me the interpretation.When I finished, there was dead silence except for the lap, lap, ofthe waves on the shore. The poker-faced guide stared at me anda man whispered, “That was tongues.”“Tongues?!” someone repeated.“Yes, tongues,” the crowd began to buzz. I stood there feelinglike I was having a nightmare in which I was a condemned man.From that point on until the end of the tour, I was an outcast inthat group, a leper.179
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12 Climb <strong>the</strong> Mounta<strong>in</strong>!On my first trip to Israel, I stood by <strong>the</strong> Sea of Galilee with agroup of 50 people, where we listened to <strong>the</strong> guide dron<strong>in</strong>g away<strong>in</strong> a lifeless monotone, tell<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> same old story he must havetold daily for years. The Spirit of <strong>the</strong> Lord suddenly came uponme. I said, “Oh, Lord, not here, not here,” and I quenched <strong>the</strong>Spirit. The mercury <strong>in</strong> my spiritual <strong>the</strong>rmometer went down to<strong>the</strong> freez<strong>in</strong>g po<strong>in</strong>t. I lost my peace and felt bad about quench<strong>in</strong>g<strong>the</strong> Spirit, cry<strong>in</strong>g silently, “Lord, please forgive me and help me. Iam so sorry.” I said, like Samson did, “If You will only visit meonce more, Lord, I’ll yield to You.”“Do you remember me?”The Spirit of <strong>the</strong> Lord came upon me aga<strong>in</strong>. It was like <strong>the</strong> burst<strong>in</strong>gof a dammed-up river that came ripp<strong>in</strong>g through me as I criedout a message <strong>in</strong> tongues. Most of <strong>the</strong> people stand<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>rewere not even Christians, never m<strong>in</strong>d Pentecostals! It startled andshook everyone <strong>the</strong>re. After <strong>the</strong> message <strong>in</strong> tongues, I thought,“Well, nobody is go<strong>in</strong>g to <strong>in</strong>terpret this unless I do.” I held myselfopen and God gave me <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>terpretation.When I f<strong>in</strong>ished, <strong>the</strong>re was dead silence except for <strong>the</strong> lap, lap, of<strong>the</strong> waves on <strong>the</strong> shore. The poker-faced guide stared at me anda man whispered, “That was tongues.”“Tongues?!” someone repeated.“Yes, tongues,” <strong>the</strong> crowd began to buzz. I stood <strong>the</strong>re feel<strong>in</strong>glike I was hav<strong>in</strong>g a nightmare <strong>in</strong> which I was a condemned man.From that po<strong>in</strong>t on until <strong>the</strong> end of <strong>the</strong> tour, I was an outcast <strong>in</strong>that group, a leper.179
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