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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It arrested me. Astonished, I sat down <strong>in</strong> front of <strong>the</strong> church, andas I gazed at <strong>the</strong> picture, <strong>the</strong> most amaz<strong>in</strong>g feel<strong>in</strong>g came over me— I felt sorry for Jesus. I thought, “Poor Jesus. There He is, andnobody is bo<strong>the</strong>red about Him.”“Is it noth<strong>in</strong>g to you, all you that pass by?” It was noth<strong>in</strong>g to mebut I didn’t see that for myself, just for everybody else. I jumpedto my feet, raced down to <strong>the</strong> bay, and picked up <strong>the</strong> onions. Iran all <strong>the</strong> way home, put <strong>the</strong> change and onions on <strong>the</strong> table,and shouted to my mo<strong>the</strong>r, “There are your onions. I am off to<strong>the</strong> match.”I ran all <strong>the</strong> way, found my pals, and sat down to enjoy myselfwith <strong>the</strong>m. In those days we were laugh<strong>in</strong>g at Charlie Chapl<strong>in</strong>and Felix <strong>the</strong> Cat. (Mickey Mouse hadn’t come along yet.) Theo<strong>the</strong>r lads were laugh<strong>in</strong>g and talk<strong>in</strong>g, but those words kept com<strong>in</strong>gback to me — “Is it noth<strong>in</strong>g to you? Is it noth<strong>in</strong>g to you, allyou that pass by?” I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. It was a Wordof God <strong>in</strong> my be<strong>in</strong>g, and I could do noth<strong>in</strong>g about it. For <strong>the</strong> nexttwo or three days, all I could see was Jesus, that picture of Himon <strong>the</strong> cross with those words, “Is it noth<strong>in</strong>g to you?”Those were <strong>the</strong> words that hooked me for salvation, while I foughtto get off <strong>the</strong> hook. Soon afterwards, I went to <strong>the</strong> bread shopfor my mo<strong>the</strong>r. When <strong>the</strong> girl gave me my loaf of bread, shepassed me a leaflet. “We are hav<strong>in</strong>g evangelistic services at <strong>the</strong>Baptist Church. Come along,” she <strong>in</strong>vited, “and br<strong>in</strong>g your mo<strong>the</strong>ralong.”“Come to religious meet<strong>in</strong>gs?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied. “Why not?” I told her that religion is all rightfor gossip<strong>in</strong>g old ladies over cups of tea, but not for me.“You’re go<strong>in</strong>g to die <strong>the</strong> same as anybody else,” she commented.I took my bag and left without answer<strong>in</strong>g her. That Sunday night,May 1, 1927, sitt<strong>in</strong>g with my mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Baptist Chapel, I heard<strong>the</strong> preacher, Arnold Bennett, teach <strong>the</strong> difference between God’ssalvation and man’s religion. He expla<strong>in</strong>ed that man’s religionhas two letters <strong>in</strong> it: D and O , “DO”. “DO this. DO that.” Everyreligion <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> world is based on DO. But only God’s salvation isfounded on four letters: D, O, N, E – “DONE”! I listened <strong>in</strong>tentlyas Arnold Bennett related this story:11