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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“I cannot understand how you live,” he puzzled. “Your rates areover a thousand pounds, you also have water, drainage, andtelephone, gas and electric bills, and coal bills. You say you haveno regular income except your pension, and then you say youtravel the world.”“Yes, I travel the world. I stopped counting the times I’d crossedthe Atlantic when it got to 200. Wherever it is that I travel, Godmeets me. Where the appointment is, the provision is. If Goddoesn’t meet me, I don’t go.”“Well,” he mumbled, “I don’t understand this.”“That makes two of us,” I remarked. “Neither do I. If you areleaving God out of the picture, I don’t have any answer.”I feel that living by faith includes rendering to Caesar what is duehim, and so I pay my income tax, believing God will supply allmy need — even my taxes. I don’t have to moan and complainabout it.One day, many years ago, God rebuked me for saying about anyparticular expense, “I cannot afford it.”“If it is My will,” He said, “you can afford it. If it’s not My will,you shouldn’t want to afford it.” I am grateful to the Lord becauseHe does meet me in grace and mercy.No newsletters, no appeals, and no chargePeople have passed through Bron Wendon, many hundreds…without charge. God has always provided abundantly… and withoutany appeals for finances.Well, when I was 16, I read the life of George Muller. And Mullerbelieved in a life of faith: not faith in the people of God, but faithin the God of the people. He never ever made an appeal formoney.And I read the story of this woman who’d got saved. She said toher husband, “Who is George Muller?” He said, “Well everybodyknows who George Muller is.” “Well,” she says, “I don’t.”He says, “What are you talking about?” She says, “Well God toldme, while you’d been out, He said, ‘Bake George Muller bread.’Why can’t he buy his own bread like anybody else?” she said.228

He says, “Are you telling me, your God is so real He can give youthe name of a man you never heard of?” And she said, “Yes.”So that night, they baked. And in the morning, the horse and cartwere outside the Muller’s orphanage. There they were, all thekids at the table chattering away, completely oblivious of thesituation… that there was no bread. And the matron was whisperingto George Muller, “What shall we do? What shall we do?”He’s says, “It’s alright. When you’ve lived here a bit longer, you’llget used to the way we live.” And he gave Thanks. And therewas a bang on the door. One of the orphans went down and heopened the door. Soon there’s a shuttle-service running – bread,buns, scones….I read that when I was 16 and I said , “Lord, You can do that withGeorge Muller, I’m free, if that’s Your mind God.” And whateverfault or failure I may have had over the many years, from 16 tomore than 86, which is 70 years… I’ve lived that way. No newsletters,no appeals, and no charge. Nobody’s ever been charged.We have a box in the hall, we’ve baskets at the meetings, and it’sentirely left to people. …And faith in the God of the people.For the glory of GodSome people have asked me why I moved to Wales. The highestgoal of life, even as players using all their strength and skill in afootball game, is getting the ball into the goal. Football’s goalreally isn’t a very wonderful goal. It’s only putting a bag of windbetween two sticks. If that were all there is to life, life would beshallow indeed. You could outwardly appear to be a pillar in thechurch but actually only be a caterpillar crawling up and downyour cabbage leaf. What is the goal of life? What is the purposeof my creation and then my salvation?Jesus is the first-born of many brethren, and God’s ultimate purposefor my life is that I, like Jesus, live my life according to theFather’s will, for the praise and exaltation of His glory and grace.I see nothing beyond that. When people ask me why I moved toNorth Wales, I can only answer, “Because I sincerely believe Godhas sent me here.” I do not presume I will never move again. AllI am saying is I believe it is God’s will for me to live here now.229

“I cannot understand how you live,” he puzzled. “Your rates areover a thousand pounds, you also have water, dra<strong>in</strong>age, andtelephone, gas and electric bills, and coal bills. You say you haveno regular <strong>in</strong>come except your pension, and <strong>the</strong>n you say youtravel <strong>the</strong> world.”“Yes, I travel <strong>the</strong> world. I stopped count<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> times I’d crossed<strong>the</strong> Atlantic when it got to 200. Wherever it is that I travel, Godmeets me. Where <strong>the</strong> appo<strong>in</strong>tment is, <strong>the</strong> provision is. If Goddoesn’t meet me, I don’t go.”“Well,” he mumbled, “I don’t understand this.”“That makes two of us,” I remarked. “Nei<strong>the</strong>r do I. If you areleav<strong>in</strong>g God out of <strong>the</strong> picture, I don’t have any answer.”I feel that liv<strong>in</strong>g by faith <strong>in</strong>cludes render<strong>in</strong>g to Caesar what is duehim, and so I pay my <strong>in</strong>come tax, believ<strong>in</strong>g God will supply allmy need — even my taxes. I don’t have to moan and compla<strong>in</strong>about it.One day, many years ago, God rebuked me for say<strong>in</strong>g about anyparticular expense, “I cannot afford it.”“If it is My will,” He said, “you can afford it. If it’s not My will,you shouldn’t want to afford it.” I am grateful to <strong>the</strong> Lord becauseHe does meet me <strong>in</strong> grace and mercy.No newsletters, no appeals, and no chargePeople have passed through Bron Wendon, many hundreds…without charge. God has always provided abundantly… and withoutany appeals for f<strong>in</strong>ances.Well, when I was 16, I read <strong>the</strong> life of George Muller. And Mullerbelieved <strong>in</strong> a life of faith: not faith <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> people of God, but faith<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> God of <strong>the</strong> people. He never ever made an appeal formoney.And I read <strong>the</strong> story of this woman who’d got saved. She said toher husband, “Who is George Muller?” He said, “Well everybodyknows who George Muller is.” “Well,” she says, “I don’t.”He says, “What are you talk<strong>in</strong>g about?” She says, “Well God toldme, while you’d been out, He said, ‘Bake George Muller bread.’Why can’t he buy his own bread like anybody else?” she said.228

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