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
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
onto my head, and <strong>the</strong> power of God went through me fromhead to toe like electricity. In one split second, I was reduced tojelly. All my hardness was gone.In spite of all <strong>the</strong> noise, I could hear her voice clearly now as sherevealed <strong>the</strong> thoughts of my heart. I crumbled and cr<strong>in</strong>ged, cry<strong>in</strong>g,“Oh God, have mercy upon me, Lord.” When I came out ofthat meet<strong>in</strong>g, I was broken of my pride, my rebellion, and myhardness, acknowledg<strong>in</strong>g that God was mov<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>re <strong>in</strong> that district.After Nott<strong>in</strong>ghamshire, I just couldn’t settle for anyth<strong>in</strong>gless than liv<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> God’s presence.People say that if you are born <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> fire, you can’t live <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>smoke. When I went back to London, <strong>the</strong> contrast was noticeable.Now that God had touched and changed me, I yearnedand longed for His presence. I had proved that God could changea man overnight, even while that man is <strong>in</strong> absolute pride andrebellion. I admit I needed a lot more changes, but I was never<strong>the</strong> same aga<strong>in</strong>. I had met God, and after that, I just couldn’tsettle for anyth<strong>in</strong>g less than liv<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> God’s presence.I felt His presence <strong>in</strong> those meet<strong>in</strong>gs <strong>in</strong> Nott<strong>in</strong>ghamshire as I hadnever known it anywhere else, and I missed it when I went backto London. I prayed, “Oh God, how can I cont<strong>in</strong>ue liv<strong>in</strong>g here <strong>in</strong><strong>the</strong> smoke after I’ve been <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> fire?” I longed to be where <strong>the</strong>revival was and looked for a way out of my commitment, whichI cont<strong>in</strong>ued to fulfill <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> wilderness, every now and <strong>the</strong>n com<strong>in</strong>gto a little oasis.His unseen hand push<strong>in</strong>g me back onto that bus.As I traveled to various meet<strong>in</strong>gs, I carried a piano accordion anda case of big heavy books, such as Young’s Analytical Concordance.These cases were so heavy <strong>the</strong>y made <strong>the</strong> ve<strong>in</strong>s <strong>in</strong> myarms stand out like cords. On one of my trips, I went to a meet<strong>in</strong>gat Zion College near Blackfriars’ Bridge — a regular Fridaynight meet<strong>in</strong>g that many of <strong>the</strong> Pentecostal “well-knowns” wouldattend. Wigglesworth would come along, and Fred Watson,Howard Carter, Harold Horton, Donald Gee, and occasionally,<strong>the</strong>y would ask me to speak.55