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

fond of animals, kept a parrot, and her guide, who was a redIndian, has requested that this message should come through herto you. Do you know the lady?”“No,” I answered. He described her in even greater detail, but Istill said, “No.”There were 11 messages in that séance and not one person knewwho the messengers were. Every one of those 11 messages wentwrong. After the meeting, I went up to the medium and told himI was one of the people he was supposed to have received amessage for.He said, “I have never, in all my experience as a medium, been ina meeting where I received many messages and not one of themturned out to be correct. I don’t understand it.”I left the meeting, having settled the issue. I had prayed beforethe meeting that the Name and Blood of Jesus would be exaltedin that place if it was of God. The Lord absolutely and perfectlydemonstrated for me: there had not been one mention of Jesusor His Blood, and everything in the meeting had gone wrong. Icame away completely satisfied.David’s legs were dangling from the loft…Over the years, many people stopped for a time at our house.Amongst them was a black family from Nigeria, Joe and FloKolowola, who had just arrived in England still wearing longrobes, their native costume. God enabled us to minister to themwhile they were students — Flo, in midwifery, and Joe, inelectrician’s courses. Their second son was born in our home. Weloved and cared for them, and Marj was like a mother to them.I had extended the roof of our home in Paddock Wood, had putboards down to make the rafters into additional rooms, and hadbuilt a ladder up to the loft which we used whenever we hadadditional people stopping with us.One moonlit night during the same period, my future son-in-law,David, trying to convince my daughter Pamela to consider hisaffection for her, came to the hospital where she worked as anurse. He climbed the drain spout, sat on Pam’s bedroom windowsilland tapped on the glass.194