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

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“A revival has been reported <strong>in</strong> Stanton Hill, Huthwaite District,Nott<strong>in</strong>gham...”WHAT? I nearly hit <strong>the</strong> roof. My old church! God is hav<strong>in</strong>g arevival <strong>in</strong> my church, and He didn’t tell me. And He didn’t do itwhen I was <strong>the</strong>re.A bro<strong>the</strong>r stood up. “Brethren, touch not <strong>the</strong> ark. If it is of God,you can’t overthrow it. If it is not, it will come to noth<strong>in</strong>g.”“Well, yes, we can accept that. That was Gamaliel’s advice, andwe’ll accept that. Reported revival Stanton Hill, Huthwaite to beadjourned to <strong>the</strong> next month’s meet<strong>in</strong>g, blah, blah, blah.”That was it. “At <strong>the</strong> first opportunity,” I thought, “I am go<strong>in</strong>g toNott<strong>in</strong>ghamshire.” The weeks rolled by.I had <strong>in</strong>vitations to go to Zion College on <strong>the</strong> Thames nearBlackfriars Bridge, and I began to go <strong>the</strong>re quite regularly on aFriday night and was paid for my m<strong>in</strong>istry. Now, I had a little bitof money and could travel up to Nott<strong>in</strong>ghamshire.There was a full harvest moon that September night when I walkedup <strong>the</strong> road to <strong>the</strong> Methodist Chapel. As I drew near, I could hear<strong>the</strong> noise from <strong>the</strong> church and I opened <strong>the</strong> door to what felt like<strong>the</strong> blast<strong>in</strong>g heat of an oven. People were weep<strong>in</strong>g, laugh<strong>in</strong>g,shout<strong>in</strong>g, speak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> tongues, and pray<strong>in</strong>g.The meet<strong>in</strong>g was <strong>in</strong> absolute bedlam. I just wiped it off at <strong>the</strong>door. I thought, “God isn’t <strong>the</strong> author of confusion. This is not ofGod.” A bro<strong>the</strong>r at <strong>the</strong> door recognized me. He excitedly grabbedme by <strong>the</strong> hand, shut <strong>the</strong> door, and made room for me to sitdown.All of a sudden <strong>the</strong>re was a thunderous bang<strong>in</strong>g on <strong>the</strong> door. Thisbro<strong>the</strong>r jumped to <strong>the</strong> door and opened it. A big angry manstood <strong>the</strong>re. “Give me my wife!” he demanded. “Where’s mywife? Give me my wife!”The bro<strong>the</strong>r looked at him and po<strong>in</strong>ted, “There is your wife on<strong>the</strong> floor. I didn’t put her <strong>the</strong>re. If you want her, take her.”The husband stomped <strong>in</strong>, trod over one or two prone people,and glared at his wife ly<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>re on <strong>the</strong> floor as if he might kickher. She was <strong>in</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r world with God. As he glared at his wife,53

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