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
oken teeth on the right side of my face and became self-consciousabout my appearance. Of course, what you believe rulesyou. When I got saved at 15, I knew God loved me and hadcalled me, but I regarded myself ugly. And that belief ruled me,particularly, when it came to girls.When I was 19, I got dentures, but I still had to deal with thisugliness. I used to stand in front of the mirror and practice preaching,holding my top lip well down over my teeth. Whenever thegirls were about, I stayed in the background, certain that no girlwould like me.Anyone who understands, knows that the inferiority complex isrelated to the superiority complex. You don’t push yourself forward,because you feel you don’t have what others have. If youdid have what others have, you would push yourself forward.This is pride in two different forms. Pride is manifested in puffand crush. If you are puffed up because you have beauty or talent,you are puffed in your pride. If you are crushed because youlack beauty or talent, you are crushed in your pride.“Bring the bucket.”Teddy and I traveled to a place in Leicester near Mountsorrel tothe farm of a committed Christian man named Underwood. Whenwe arrived, he greeted us warmly, “I am delighted to see you,Boys! Welcome in the name of the Lord. Bring your caravan in.Unharness your horse and put him where the grass is green andlush. There is a tap in the barnyard for water. While you are here,you can have as much milk, eggs and butter as ever you want!You are welcome in the name of the Lord.”That night I went down and filled the old bucket with water. Thenext morning, I crossed the field with the milk jug and rapped onthe farmer’s door. The door banged open, and there this big manstood wearing a white milking smock.“Well,” he smiled, “Did you have a good night?”“Yes,” I answered, presenting him with the milk jug. “I’ve cometo take advantage of your kind offer for some milk.”He stuck out his great coal-shovel of a hand and picked up myjug. “What’s this?”26
“It’s a jug,” I said.“How much does this thing hold?”“Maybe a pint,” I estimated.“A pint? Man alive! I drink a pint of milk before I milk the cows inthe morning. I’ll not fill that thing. Go on and take it away! Haven’tyou anything bigger than that?”“No, not really.”“I’m not filling that thing,” he insisted. “What do you get yourwater in?”“Water? Oh, yes, we’ve filled our bucket with water already. Itholds two gallons.”“Well,” he retorted. “Bring the bucket. I’m not filling that thing.It’s bucket or nothing! Go on and get it!”So I went back to the caravan. Teddy stuck his hand out thewindow and said, “Good. Pass the milk in. I have my corn flakesready.”I explained to Teddy what had happened, “He won’t fill the jug.He said I was to bring the bucket.”“You can’t do that,” Teddy objected. “It’s full of water.”I emptied the water into the sink bowl and returned with thebucket to Mr. Underwood. Every day for the next couple of weeks,Mr. Underwood filled our bucket with milk. We drank it, had iton our cereal, and made rice puddings and custards with it. Wedid everything but wash in it.This episode has remained with me like a parable all my life, as Isee myself standing at the door of that farm and hear the farmersay, “You can have as much milk as you want.” I see my little pintjug and I see how I limited the provision of that generous man. Ihear Psalm 78 saying they limited the Holy One of Israel. And Iknow that our great God who is unlimited, is limited only by Hispeople. We present a small container like that pint jug, insultingthe abundance of the living, limitless God! I remember that farmersaying, “Bring the bucket; bring the bucket!” And I hear Jesussaying, “According to your faith, be it unto you.” (Matt 9:29)27
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- Page 7: PrefaceIn more than 70 years of min
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- Page 24 and 25: Mother asked him if he was ill and
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oken teeth on <strong>the</strong> right side of my face and became self-consciousabout my appearance. Of course, what you believe rulesyou. When I got saved at 15, I knew God loved me and hadcalled me, but I regarded myself ugly. And that belief ruled me,particularly, when it came to girls.When I was 19, I got dentures, but I still had to deal with thisugl<strong>in</strong>ess. I used to stand <strong>in</strong> front of <strong>the</strong> mirror and practice preach<strong>in</strong>g,hold<strong>in</strong>g my top lip well down over my teeth. Whenever <strong>the</strong>girls were about, I stayed <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> background, certa<strong>in</strong> that no girlwould like me.Anyone who understands, knows that <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>feriority complex isrelated to <strong>the</strong> superiority complex. You don’t push yourself forward,because you feel you don’t have what o<strong>the</strong>rs have. If youdid have what o<strong>the</strong>rs have, you would push yourself forward.This is pride <strong>in</strong> two different forms. Pride is manifested <strong>in</strong> puffand crush. If you are puffed up because you have beauty or talent,you are puffed <strong>in</strong> your pride. If you are crushed because youlack beauty or talent, you are crushed <strong>in</strong> your pride.“Br<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> bucket.”Teddy and I traveled to a place <strong>in</strong> Leicester near Mountsorrel to<strong>the</strong> farm of a committed Christian man named Underwood. Whenwe arrived, he greeted us warmly, “I am delighted to see you,Boys! Welcome <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> name of <strong>the</strong> Lord. Br<strong>in</strong>g your caravan <strong>in</strong>.Unharness your horse and put him where <strong>the</strong> grass is green andlush. There is a tap <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> barnyard for water. While you are here,you can have as much milk, eggs and butter as ever you want!You are welcome <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> name of <strong>the</strong> Lord.”That night I went down and filled <strong>the</strong> old bucket with water. Thenext morn<strong>in</strong>g, I crossed <strong>the</strong> field with <strong>the</strong> milk jug and rapped on<strong>the</strong> farmer’s door. The door banged open, and <strong>the</strong>re this big manstood wear<strong>in</strong>g a white milk<strong>in</strong>g smock.“Well,” he smiled, “Did you have a good night?”“Yes,” I answered, present<strong>in</strong>g him with <strong>the</strong> milk jug. “I’ve cometo take advantage of your k<strong>in</strong>d offer for some milk.”He stuck out his great coal-shovel of a hand and picked up myjug. “What’s this?”26
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