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

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Peter off for hav<strong>in</strong>g no faith. And here’s me, full of faith, and Hedoesn’t even help me to walk on water.” For several weeks Isulked.Then, one day I saw someth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Word: “And whatsoeverye shall ask <strong>in</strong> my name, that will I do, that <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r may beglorified <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Son.” (John 14:13) Then I understood what hadhappened. God does not answer prayer <strong>in</strong> order to answer prayerbut only answers prayer so <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r may be glorified <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>Son. That’s where I’d missed it! God doesn’t save to save. Hedoesn’t heal to heal. He doesn’t deliver to deliver. He saves so<strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r may be glorified. He heals and delivers so <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>rmay be glorified. Once I saw that Peter had a proceed<strong>in</strong>g Word,but I didn’t have one, I understood and got readjusted with <strong>the</strong>Lord.Miller’s prayer meet<strong>in</strong>gOne day, a friend <strong>in</strong>vited me to <strong>the</strong> Wednesday night prayermeet<strong>in</strong>g at <strong>the</strong> Baptist Church. I didn’t really know what prayermeet<strong>in</strong>gs were, but I was hungry for God. Up to this time, I hadenjoyed go<strong>in</strong>g down to <strong>the</strong> seafront to see a group of enterta<strong>in</strong>ers,<strong>the</strong> Pierrots, who would perform <strong>the</strong>re on Wednesday nights.I was torn between see<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> clowns and attend<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> services.As God dealt with me, I surrendered and began to attend <strong>the</strong>prayer meet<strong>in</strong>gs regularly.Nearly all <strong>the</strong> people at <strong>the</strong> prayer meet<strong>in</strong>g were grownups. Therewere young women attend<strong>in</strong>g too, but I was <strong>the</strong> only youngman. Hav<strong>in</strong>g no male companions my own age made it difficultfor me, but I was hungry for God. Then I heard about a prayermeet<strong>in</strong>g at <strong>the</strong> Miller’s. When I went <strong>the</strong>re, <strong>the</strong> door was openedby a smil<strong>in</strong>g old chap who had a “Fa<strong>the</strong>r Christmas” beard andone eye — just one tw<strong>in</strong>kl<strong>in</strong>g blue eye. I expla<strong>in</strong>ed to him, “Someonetold me <strong>the</strong>re was a prayer meet<strong>in</strong>g here.”“Hallelujah! Come <strong>in</strong>!” he waffled through his whiskers. I couldhardly understand him.And <strong>the</strong>re she was, bubbl<strong>in</strong>g over! 1927…I started go<strong>in</strong>g to <strong>the</strong> Miller’s prayer meet<strong>in</strong>g, attend<strong>in</strong>g almostevery week. One day, <strong>the</strong>y announced that someone very spe-17

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