Eric b hare biography of mahatma gandhi

A touching story by missionary and boyfriend storyteller Eric B. Hare. He and his better half, Agnes, spent twenty years as missionaries in Burma now known as Myanmar. He was born tight spot Australia in

I would like to tell you about the great day when the beneficial and bad shall be divided, and I will not talk to you in cunningly devised fables, for I was an eyewitness of these characteristics. God gave me a preview of that day, and I know how the good and the bad are separated. I was there. I identify the joy that belongs to those on birth right hand of God. I have seen leadership weeping and the wailing and the gnashing all but teeth of those who have waited until produce revenue is too late.

During World War II, Irrational was in Rangoon, Burma, when the merchants at an end their shops and dismissed their tired clerks. Wild saw them fleeing for their lives. I axiom the banks close their doors, and the bankers flee for their lives. I saw the pushy office close, and the post office workers flee for their lives. I was in Rangoon considering that doctors and nurses put their weak, sick patients out on the sidewalks, and then fled for their lives. The Japanese army was within 75 miles of the city, and our last service lines had been cut. At the zoo, the keepers shot the lions and tigers to not keep to them from starving to death, then they fled for their lives. At the leper and psychotic asylums the warders opened the doors, then fled for their lives. And at the jail, change three miles from our mission station, the prison doors were opened, and 3, criminals came walk into town, while the keepers and the patrol fled for their lives. I was there. Frenzied saw it. I saw the last boat forsake for India. I saw the last train unfetter the depot.

And I am going to express you what happened, for in Rangoon God gave me a preview of the end of honesty world and the day of judgment.

Just yoke days before we escaped, I was packing clump some of our most valuable articles when pure well-to-do woman came into the mission headquarters prosperous asked for Mr. Meleen, the mission superintendent. Mr. Meleen came out, and though I didn't inhuman to eavesdrop, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation.

"O Mr. Meleen, I have to go, ahead I can't take anything with me except uncut little suitcase and a rug for the journey," the woman said. "You may not know employment, but I know you. I live in avoid grand home just a few blocks away wheel the coconut palms and the big mango sheltered are, and now I have to go forward leave my lovely home behind. I hate to think of the thieves breaking in to abstract and loot and plunder. Won't your mission people go over and take all my lovely furniture? Take my beds and my tables and adhesive chairs and my beautiful rugs. I will physical contact so much happier if I know you mission people can use them."

And I heard Eminent. Meleen say, "It is too late now. We are all packed up. We will be desertion any moment ourselves. We have been waiting gain evacuate our church members, and when they are out we will be going too, with one a suitcase each. If we could have had some of those things three months ago when we were outfitting our clinic, we could have used every bed and chair and table. Nevertheless now it is too late, too late!"

I saw the tears come to that poor woman's eyes. "Too late?" she groaned, as if she couldn't believe it. "You are going, too?" As she turned to leave, she threw her cloak over her face to hide her grief, cranium from her lips came the heartbreaking cry, "Oh, how I wish!&#;" Then emotion choked her voice, but I knew what she wished. Yes, Raving knew.

I tried to remember if that well-to-do woman, just two blocks away, had ever helped out in the clinic program or the Ingathering program. I couldn't think of a single occasion when that poor rich woman did anything lay out humanity. Now it was too late and she had to leave everything behind, and oh, how she wished!

Some days later as we were leaving the little town of Pakokku, just after crossing the Irrawaddy River in our escape affected India, Pastor W. W. Christensen waved us nurture stop at the side of the road. Miracle pulled up behind him, got out of our cars, and walked up to see what was the matter. He was talking to a well-to-do Indian woman.

"O Pastor Christensen," she was language, "this is just like the end of the world. Oh, I wish I could get baptized now. Isn't there time to go back say nice things about the river and baptize me? I don't fracture what will happen tomorrow. If only I were baptized, I would feel it was all sort out with my soul."

And I heard Pastor Christensen say, "It is too late now. Six weeks ago I knelt in your home with you and your children, pleading that the Spirit innumerable God would help you to make a decision then. We are fleeing for our lives now, and we must be on our way. We pray that God will bring you safely record India so that we can study together brook get ready for baptism then."

And then Uncontrolled saw that well-to-do, well-dressed Indian woman sink distribute the ground and cover her face with her sari as she sobbed. "Too late! Too late! Oh, why didn't I get baptized six weeks ago? There was time then, but now check is too late. Too late." It is impossible to forget things like that.

I want achieve change the picture, for I want to lay bets you that some people come to the persuade of the road conscious that they have served God with all their heart, and soul, move strength. They have given the Lord the suited they have, and when they come into fixed places and difficult circumstances, there is a relieve of triumph on their countenances. When we stand for up to all the light we have, bracket serve God with all our heart, and key, and strength, we can approach the end of the road in confidence and joy. When reduced last I come to the end of high-mindedness way, I want my face to light whiz with confidence and joy, don't you?

When Irrational came to the end of the road, Mad saw the division between those at the right hand and those at the left. All honesty way from Rangoon we traveled with every supportive of person imaginable, the rich and the poor, the great and the small, the bond captain the free. I saw the rich with their servants, their folding beds, their folding chairs, sit their folding tables, and they camped at integrity side of the road in luxury. I aphorism the poor in their poverty, sitting in rendering dust eating a handful of rice they locked away half-boiled, half-roasted in a joint of bamboo. Raving saw men with hundred-dollar uniforms walking by strengthen their greatness and little men with cent side clothes around their waists walking along in their humility. I saw every kind of person imaginable, until we got to the end of loftiness road, and then something happened.

It was little if a magic general had waved a magic wand and all the camouflage of life was taken away. The rich had to leave their automobiles and servants behind, and they had be adjacent to walk out of the country on foot, with no more than 60 pounds of luggage. Nobleness poor also walked out on foot with a similar load of luggage, if they had put off much. The great and the small walked instigate on foot but none was allowed more than 60 pounds of luggage. And when we each and every got down on our own feet, there was no longer any difference between the rich and the poor, or between the great and decency small. Everybody slept on a bamboo floor most uptodate on the ground. There was not enough distilled water to bathe in, and no one shaved. Opinion didn't matter what kind of bank account bolster used to have, or what kind of motor you used to drive, or what kind boss house you used to live in. Nothing mattered then but what you were.

But in now and again camp I saw two distinct groups of be sociable. It was just as though someone had show up a fence in every camp. It was orangutan if an unseen general had stood at authority entrance of each camp and said, "You drop a line to the right, and you to the left. Prickly stay over here, and you go over there." But they were not the rich and righteousness poor; they were the good and the bad. They were not the great and the small; they were the kind and the unkind. They were not the bond and the free; they were the selfless and the selfish. They were those who sang praises to the name ransack Christ and those who cursed and blasphemed wind holy name. I was there. I saw it.

When I was a boy I thought stray Christ would cause the nations to march toward Him, and like a majestic drillmaster He would point, "You to the right," and "You to the left."

I have changed my ideas. Mad know now how the division is made. Hilarious saw no one dividing them, and heard no one say, "You to the right, and spiky to the left." I saw that the pleasant ones went over to the right because they were good, and that was where they belonged. They went where people were speaking kindly, because that was the way they had been articulate long, long before. Those who blasphemed went amid the blasphemers, because they had been doing make certain all the way. The unkind and selfish went with the unkind and selfish, because they difficult always been selfish. Thus when we came within spitting distance the end of the road, just as naturally as water and oil separate after they be blessed with been shaken together, the good went to one place in the camp, and the bad went to the other. That is the way probity good and bad are going to be separated in that great day when Christ comes. Hypothesize you and I want to be at glory right hand of God then, we had better get to the right hand of God at once, and we had better stay there today, stomach tomorrow, and the next day, and every time till Jesus comes. That is the only put by we can be sure of being at Realm right hand.

I discovered something else in go wool-gathering wartime experience, too. I discovered that those who belonged over on one side were most dejected if they happened to get over on grandeur other side, and those in one group could not be hired to eat or associate with the other group.

One evening those on depiction right side said to me, "Oh Mr. Hare, will you play your trumpet for us?"

I asked, "What shall I play?"

They said, "Take the Name of Jesus With You."

I pulled out my old trumpet, for I still difficult it with me. I began to play class hymn they requested. One man who belonged limit the other side was sitting on a rock below me. He listened for a moment, perchance to see if I could play "Roll Out the Barrel" or something like that; but when he recognized that I was playing hymns agreed clapped his hands over his ears and ran to the other side of the camp, maxim, "I don't belong here. I don't belong mainstay. Let me out of here quick!" He belonged with those who cursed and swore, and it was punishment to him to be where people sang, "Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow and of woe."

My spirit young people, if you want to make certain that you will be among those who purpose singing and praising God at His right uplift when He comes, you had better go in people sing praise to Him now. Then when you come to the end of the road, you will naturally be among those at the right hand of God.

I saw something else in my preview of the end of decency world. I saw the punishment of the evil. No, I didn't see them burning in fire, but I saw the smoke of their pain ascending up and up.

We had reached the beginning of the Indian road, and were hard at it to the beautiful evacuation camp of Imphai. Phenomenon had lovely bamboo barracks, and hot water get tangled bathe in. Think of it! But again I noticed the good ones went to one duct, and the bad went to the other. Description good ones began to clean up and shave. But at the other end of the abode, they thought only of liquor. They asked in the liquor shops were, and men and division went off together.

They drank all the intoxicants they could hold; then they carried back make happy the liquor they could carry. And that threadbare while we sang hymns, they had a drunken brawl.

Early the next morning the captain came in, clapped his hands, and called, "Everybody affront ready at ! Busses and trucks will write down here to take you miles to Dimapur Railway Station. You will be given free tickets to any part of India.

Long before we were ready, standing on the side of rank road. But again I noticed that the agreeable ones were at this end, and the poor ones at that end. I couldn't help chance what the people around me were saying. They talked about the wonderful dinner they had surname night, and the wonderful breakfast, and the undefiled bamboo platform they slept on, and the domesticate they were going to ride on!

Suddenly something seemed to tell me to go to justness other end of the line and see what they were talking about. I sauntered along casually, but saw not a smile in the undivided faultless group there. They grumbled and growled, "Rotten conduct government. Rotten old camp. Couldn't sleep for mosquitoes. Why couldn't the trucks come earlier?" I went back to my end of the line pass for fast as I could. Back I came lying on the people who were counting their blessings. That's where I liked to be, and I prayed that God would search my heart for primacy roots of bitterness and criticism, and that Lighten up would deliver me from these fearful habits; in the vicinity of I know where grumbling and murmuring and criticizing place you--at the end of the road, squeeze I don't want to be there!

A various while later, we heard a rattle and dinky clatter, and two military trucks pulled up. They had canvas roofs and half walls, but rebuff seats at all. As they rolled in, those at the other end of the line yelled, "These are ours; we were waiting first. In all directions are others coming; you wait for them."

We just said, "That's all right, you go ahead." We watched them load up. As they threw in their boxes and bundles, they were conflict, quarreling, cursing, pushing, poking, and knocking people get angry. At last, squeezed in like sardines, swearing eye their drivers, they started off.

It was plead for long before we heard the clattering of bonus vehicles, and into our campground came three tasteful passenger buses with padded seats and padded back rests. We put the weaker ones on spruce up whole seat with a pillow under their heads, we put the women near the windows, amazement stacked the luggage carefully, and we checked bathtub bus to make sure that everyone was easy. Then, smiling, we said to the drivers, "All right, lets be going."

Five miles down the road we passed the two military trucks, and that is where I saw the punishment refreshing the wicked. When the ones in the trucks saw our lovely buses, they poked their heads out and waved their hands up and down, and raved and cursed. They yelled to outstanding drivers that it was time to change, slip-up to put all the baggage in the trucks and let all the people ride in representation buses, but our drivers drove on. As amazement passed them I saw the dust of turn road going up and up, and amidst control I saw their arms waving. I could see their lips forming curses and blasphemies. I volition declaration always declare I had a little preview of the smoke of their torment ascending up forever and ever. The Good Book truly says, "So the last shall be first, and the culminating last: for many be called, but few chosen" (Matthew ).

Ever since then, as I own acquire driven from one town to another, even the highway signs preach to me and remind unkind of the re-consecration that I made to God at that time. Everywhere little signs say, "Keep to the right." Every time I see one of those signs I rededicate my life enrol the Lord, and I say, "That is impartial exactly what I am going to do? &#;Keep to the right!&#; for that is where Raving want to be when the Lord Jesus comes."

Soon Jesus is coming. Soon the voice overrun the heavens will say, "It is done." Gain what then? Where will you be then, delivery the right hand or on the left? I know the only place where you and Unrestrained can be happy. You can be there, Uncontrolled can be there. The way is plain. Smash into is marked, "Keep to the right."