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

“Faces? Whose faces?” she asked.“No! Not faces, cases!” he exclaimed. You could tell he was scrapinghis grace. Here was a man considered to be a mighty man ofGod, healing the sick, and yet his own daughter was as ballast,reminding him, them, all who knew Alice, you, and me, that theglory for all those healings belongs to God.In seeing the human frailty of men like Wigglesworth with hisAlice, of David with his Bathsheba, of Peter with his sword cuttingoff the ear of the high priest’s servant, we can identify withthem. If these men can be used of God, then there is hope forthose of us who view ourselves as the weak, the base, the foolish,the despised. I see in my own calling that God has chosen the“…things which are not, to bring to nought things that are: Thatno flesh should glory in his presence.” (I Cor 1:28-29)Giggling girls in HuthwaiteDuring this time, I was also writing articles for Redemption Tidingsin the column, Young Peoples’ Corner, while men at the top,like Howard Carter were on world tours with Lester Sumrall. Iknew John Carter, T.J. Jones, Harold Horton, and Donald Gee.To them, I suppose, I was a bright young man with a promisingfuture. They gave me welcome, but I doubt they thought muchabout me.While I pastored the work at Huthwaite, there was a row ofgiggling girls who would sit at the back of the church where theywere constantly pulling chewing gum out of their mouths andputting it back in again. They passed photos of film stars aroundand threw toffee papers on the floor. And here was I, giving mybest sermons, while this lot on the back row paid no attention.That made me so mad I could have picked up the Bible andhurled it at their heads! I would have liked to have cleared themout! I didn’t, but I wanted to.I preached there for a time, until I decided I was rather young topastor. I thought I was more called to preach as an evangelistthan as a pastor, so I decided to leave there and to travel aroundwithin the Assemblies of God.35