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

I judged people who were always taking pills, always going tothe doctor. And while I believe I had truth, I held that truth inunrighteousness. God tolerated this attitude in me for a long time,until finally, He came for my words. I was gradually getting worseand worse, but God didn’t touch me. God didn’t heal me.One day Marj asked me, “Are you in arrears in your life withGod?”“What do you mean, Marj?”“Have you judged people who go to the doctor? Have you despisedthose who take medication?”“Of course I have,” I answered. “I’ve not only judged them, butpreached against them all my life.”“Do you know what God may be requiring you to do?” sheasked.“No, what?”“You may have to call the doctor.”“Well,” I responded. “If I am in arrears with God on this issue,call the doctor.”In an hour, I was on my way to the hospital. The doctor said Iwas an urgent case and admitted me into the hospital where Iremained for two weeks. During that time, I had surgery. I tooklittle black pills, little purple pills, and was catheterized twice.When I returned home to recuperate, so weak I couldn’t even lifta chair, I had to wear nappies as if I was a baby. After the wholebusiness, I lost something I could well do without — my image ofmyself.“When are you coming, Arthur?”Several weeks later, when I finally was able to walk about, I wasstill in a good deal of pain and felt as if I was back at square one.All the hospital seemed to accomplish was getting rid of my pictureof myself as a man of great faith. I threw myself down onthe couch and cried out to God, “Oh, Lord Jesus, You are still myPhysician. I still need You so much. I desperately need You!”190