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

“You can have as much as ever you want,” she replied.“Do you mean that?”“Yes,” she answered.I had eight drinks. She just stared wide-eyed at me as I drank. Iwent back to my trek cart and managed to scrape the stuff clearof the road by the time the sun was setting. I was too tired to putup my tent and inflatable bed and so discouraged I had come tothe end of my money, that I sat down by the roadside and prayed,“Lord, I am through. I am done. I don’t understand it. I believedYou had given me a Word that I had to be like the good Samaritanwho came to where the wounded man was. I’ve tried to doit, Lord, and it hasn’t worked.”I opened my New Testament and wearily read the story of thegood Samaritan who came to where the man was lying, andpoured oil and wine into his wounds. God spoke to me as I read,“There is one difference between the good Samaritan and you.The good Samaritan had plenty of oil and wine, but you haven’tgot any.”That finished me. I sat by the roadside with my head in my handsas the sun set. At the sound of an approaching motorbike, I lookedup. Riding up the hill was a young man I knew, named AllenDotson who was from Barrow-in-Furness and worked at VickersArmstrong in the shipbuilding yards.“Hello. Fancy seeing you!” he exclaimed. “Look what I’ve got.I’ve just bought a brand new motorbike and I am trying it out.”He wondered what was the matter and I explained what hadhappened. “The trek cart I’m trekking for Jesus is broken down.”“I’ll tell you what,” he suggested. “Let me stack everything foryou and cover it up. You get on the back of my motorbike andcome back to Walney Island tonight.” I was too weary to help,so he stacked it all up for me. Then away we went to his houseon Walney Island.Allen’s mother and father greeted me, “Welcome, Brother Arthur.Come in.” They opened tins of salmon and served me pork pie,apple pie, and cream and gooseberries. I fed to my heart’s content,then rolled into bed, falling into blissful oblivion.42