The following passage is one that really struck me as I read it earlier and I wanted to share it with you:
Back in 1953 while I attended the Worldwide Evangelism Crusade (WEC)
missionary training school in Glasgow, Scotland, I needed to find a
place to go for the Christmas holidays. I couldn’t return home to
Holland because I had no money, and we weren’t allowed to remain on the
campus.
I had spent much of the fall semester in bed with a back problem, and
I had found solace in the writings of the late Oswald Chambers –
especially his classic, My Utmost for His Highest. I had even
written to his wife, Biddy, about the blessing I had received. In her
reply she had invited me to visit her home in the south of England
sometime. So as the Christmas holidays drew near, I phoned her, and she
told me I was welcome to stay there. I didn’t mention it to anyone; I
just went.
When I got back to school in January and sat down at the dinner table
with the whole group, Stuart Dinnen, the director, said, “So, where’ve
you been, Andrew?”
I said I had stayed with Oswald Chambers’s family.
“What?” he said. “You can’t do that!”“Maybe not,” I replied with a smile, “but I just did it.”
