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
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
Then the phone rang. It was Harry Bizzell calling me from Charlotte,in the USA. “When are you coming, Arthur?”“I don’t think I am fit to travel, Harry. I don’t think I am cominganymore.”That night, God spoke to me: “Were you ever fit to travel? Don’tgive me that!”“All right, Lord. I’ll go.”His grace is sufficient.On the following day, I asked Joe to run me to the junction tocatch a train to London where I presented myself for a standbyto Miami.Brother Clifford picked me up and took me to his house. On thesecond morning, I woke up aware something had happened. Igot up and walked out of my bedroom completely healed, andby the grace of God, I have never had another pain in that legsince. Once God dealt with my pride and self-glorying, He gaveme a miracle, for which I am grateful. Since that time in 1979,when I was 66 years old, I have traveled more than ever before.And wherever He has sent me — Israel, Australia, Hong Kong,Central America, South America — His grace has been sufficient.191
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- Page 153 and 154: A hard lesson in SwedenThe truth ma
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- Page 169 and 170: I was ministering in Portsmouth and
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- Page 175 and 176: and praising God, while Sister Wall
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- Page 179 and 180: Just then, rain began to fall softl
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- Page 191 and 192: There shall be no ebb. This is sign
- Page 193 and 194: my ministry. Originally, God had sp
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- Page 207 and 208: I thought I knew the voice of God a
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- Page 211 and 212: drive all the way to the Convention
- Page 213 and 214: I got on the plane and looked at th
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- Page 225 and 226: I picked it up and went back to the
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- Page 233 and 234: Joy came to me one day and asked me
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Then <strong>the</strong> phone rang. It was Harry Bizzell call<strong>in</strong>g me from Charlotte,<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> USA. “When are you com<strong>in</strong>g, <strong>Arthur</strong>?”“I don’t th<strong>in</strong>k I am fit to travel, Harry. I don’t th<strong>in</strong>k I am com<strong>in</strong>ganymore.”That night, God spoke to me: “Were you ever fit to travel? Don’tgive me that!”“All right, Lord. I’ll go.”His grace is sufficient.On <strong>the</strong> follow<strong>in</strong>g day, I asked Joe to run me to <strong>the</strong> junction tocatch a tra<strong>in</strong> to London where I presented myself for a standbyto Miami.Bro<strong>the</strong>r Clifford picked me up and took me to his house. On <strong>the</strong>second morn<strong>in</strong>g, I woke up aware someth<strong>in</strong>g had happened. Igot up and walked out of my bedroom completely healed, andby <strong>the</strong> grace of God, I have never had ano<strong>the</strong>r pa<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong> that legs<strong>in</strong>ce. Once God dealt with my pride and self-glory<strong>in</strong>g, He gaveme a miracle, for which I am grateful. S<strong>in</strong>ce that time <strong>in</strong> 1979,when I was 66 years old, I have traveled more than ever before.And wherever He has sent me — Israel, Australia, Hong Kong,Central America, South America — His grace has been sufficient.191
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