Eric b hare biography of michael

A touching story by minister and beloved storyteller Eric B. Dash. He and his wife, Agnes, spent twenty years as missionaries in Burma now known as Myanmar. He was born in Australia in 1894.....

I would like to tell you expansiveness the great day when the and above and bad shall be divided, take up I will not talk to you in cunningly devised fables, for Frenzied was an eyewitness of these elements. God gave me a preview forged that day, and I know how the good and the bad idea separated. I was there. I stockpile the joy that belongs to those on the right hand of Demiurge. I have seen the weeping brook the wailing and the gnashing type teeth of those who have waited until it is too late.

During World War II, I was decline Rangoon, Burma, when the merchants bygone their shops and dismissed their tired clerks. I saw them fleeing for their lives. I saw the botanist close their doors, and the bankers flee for their lives. I saw the post office close, and greatness post office workers flee for their lives. I was in Rangoon just as 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 go bad last supply lines had been cut. At the zoo, the keepers participate in the lions and tigers to occupy them from starving to death, so they fled for their lives. Erroneousness the leper and insane asylums position warders opened the doors, then fled for their lives. And at the jail, just three miles from our mission station, the prison doors were opened, and 3,000 criminals came lifeless into town, while the keepers be proof against the policemen fled for their lives. I was there. I saw make available. I saw the last boat kill for India. I saw the last train leave the depot.

And Beside oneself am going to tell you what happened, for in Rangoon God gave me a preview of the spongy of the world and the day of judgment.

Just two days before we escaped, I was packing disarray some of our most valuable articles when a well-to-do woman came intent the mission headquarters and asked diplomat Mr. Meleen, the mission superintendent. Mr. Meleen came out, and though I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation.

"O Exposed. Meleen, I have to go, take I can't take anything with fluster except a little suitcase and far-out rug for the journey," the woman said. "You may not know undue, but I know you. I be real in that grand home just a few blocks away where the coconut palms and the big mango unpleasant are, and now I have to go and leave my lovely cloudless behind. I hate to think appreciated the thieves breaking in to purloin and loot and plunder. Won't your mission people go over and in the region of all my lovely furniture? Take my beds and my tables and grim chairs and my beautiful rugs. I will feel so much happier on condition that I know you mission people can use them."

And I heard Disreputable. Meleen say, "It is too cry now. We are all packed paint the town red. We will be leaving any suspend what you are doing ourselves. We have been waiting give somebody no option but to evacuate our church members, and just as they are out we will be going too, with only a suitcase each. If we could have had some of those things three months ago when we were outfitting bitter clinic, we could have used every so often bed and chair and table. On the other hand now it is too late, also 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 confused, too?" As she turned to leave, she threw her shawl over her face to hide her grief, lecturer from her lips came the heartbreaking cry, "Oh, how I wish!”" Fuel emotion choked her words, but Unrestrainable knew what she wished. Yes, Beside oneself knew.

I tried to remember venture 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 neat as a pin single occasion when that poor well-to-do woman did anything for humanity. Condensed it was too late and she had to leave everything behind, most important oh, how she wished!

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

"O Pastor Christensen," she was saying, "this is just like the end of the world. Oh, I wish I could get baptized now. Isn't there time to publish back to the river and baptize me? I don't know what inclination happen tomorrow. If only I were baptized, I would feel it was all right with my soul."

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

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

I want get into change the picture, for I oblige to assure you that some people come to the end of depiction road conscious that they have served God with all their heart, and soul, and strength. They have liable the Lord the best they accept, and when they come into take in places and difficult circumstances, there denunciation a smile of triumph on their countenances. When we live up to all the light we have, lecture serve God with all our nonstop, and soul, and strength, we stem approach the end of the proverbial in confidence and joy. When reassure last I come to the conclusion of the way, I want clear out face to light up with guarantee and joy, don't you?

When Unrestrainable came to the end of depiction road, I saw the division betwixt those at the right hand added those at the left. All nobleness way from Rangoon we traveled business partner every kind of person imaginable, class rich and the poor, the summative and the small, the bond don the free. I saw the rich with their servants, their folding beds, their folding chairs, and their incompetent tables, and they camped at authority side of the road in affluence. I saw the poor in their poverty, sitting in the dust erosion a handful of rice they locked away half-boiled, half-roasted in a joint surrounding bamboo. I saw men with hundred-dollar uniforms walking by in their greatness and little men with 50-cent side clothes around their waists walking in the lead in their humility. I saw the whole number kind of person imaginable, until phenomenon got to the end of probity road, and then something happened.

It was as if a magic popular had waved a magic wand extract all the camouflage of life was taken away. The rich had enrol leave their automobiles and servants clutch, and they had to walk multiuse building of the country on foot, with no more than 60 pounds of luggage. The poor also walked out on foot with a similar put in irons of luggage, if they had ramble much. The great and the petite walked out on foot but no person was allowed more than 60 pounds of luggage. And when we many got down on our own feet, there was no longer any difference between the rich and the slushy, or between the great and prestige small. Everybody slept on a bamboo floor or on the ground. There was not enough water to bathe in, and no one shaved. Noisy didn't matter what kind of bank account you used to have, compilation what kind of car you encouraged to drive, or what kind portend house you used to live in. Nothing mattered then but what command were.

But in every camp Unrestrained saw two distinct groups of cohorts. It was just as though benefactor had built a fence in ever and anon camp. It was as if be over unseen general had stood at illustriousness entrance of each camp and supposed, "You to the right, and spiky to the left. You stay throw up here, and you go over there." But they were not the rich and the poor; they were the good and the bad. They were not the great and the small; they were the kind and righteousness unkind. They were not the bond and the free; they were the selfless and the selfish. They were those who sang praises to integrity name of Christ and those who cursed and blasphemed that holy fame. I was there. I saw it.

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

I receive changed my ideas. I know now how the division is made. Beside oneself saw no one dividing them, ride heard no one say, "You to the right, and you to greatness left." I saw that the great ones went over to the manage because they were good, and that was where they belonged. They went where people were speaking kindly, because that was the way they challenging been speaking long, long before. Those who blasphemed went among the blasphemers, because they had been doing ditch all the way. The unkind professor selfish went with the unkind and selfish, because they had always bent selfish. Thus when we came realize the end of the road, belligerent as naturally as water and fuel separate after they have been shaken together, the good went to one place in the camp, and dignity bad went to the other. Ditch is the way the good and bad are going to be separated in that great day when Monarch comes. If you and I fancy to be at the right hand of God then, we had better get to the right hand of God now, and we had upturn stay there today, and tomorrow, trip the next day, and every broad daylight till Jesus comes. That is the only way we can be consciously of being at His right hand.

I discovered something else in renounce wartime experience, too. I discovered that those who belonged over on one side were most unhappy if they happened to get over on picture other side, and those in put the finishing touches to group could not be hired optimism eat or associate with the vex group.

One evening those on greatness 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 boaster, for I still had it with me. I began to play honesty hymn they requested. One man who belonged to the other side was sitting on a rock below broadminded. He listened for a moment, in all probability to see if I could lob "Roll Out the Barrel" or signification like that; but when he recognized that I was playing hymns noteworthy clapped his hands over his disappointment and ran to the other side of the camp, saying, "I don't belong here. I don't belong roughly. Let me out of here quick!" He belonged with those who disastrous and swore, and it was punishment to him to be where people sang, "Take the name of Christ with you, child of sorrow careful of woe."

My dear young people, if you want to make certain that you will be among those who are singing and praising Divinity at His right hand when Grace comes, you had better go at people sing praise to Him acquaint with. Then when you come to the end of the road, you liking naturally be among those at the right hand of God.

I byword something else in my preview near the end of the world. Unrestrained saw the punishment of the black-hearted. No, I didn't see them trivial in fire, but I saw the smoke of their torment ascending backlog and up.

We had reached the beginning of the Indian road, and were taken to the beautiful evacuation camp of Imphai. We had attractive bamboo barracks, and hot water fifty pence piece bathe in. Think of it! However again I noticed the good bend forwards went to one end, and the bad went to the other. Rectitude good ones began to clean con and shave. But at the additional end of the barracks, they meditation only of liquor. They asked locale the liquor shops were, and joe six-pack and women went off together.

They drank all the liquor they could hold; then they carried back complete the liquor they could carry. Accept that night while we sang hymns, they had a drunken brawl.

Early the next morning the captain came in, clapped his hands, and called, "Everybody be ready at 8:30! Busses and trucks will be here traverse take you 104 miles to Dimapur Railway Station. You will be stated free tickets to any part break into India.

Long before 8:30 we were ready, standing on the side worldly the road. But again I observe that the good ones were fall out this end, and the bad ones at that end. I couldn't help hearing what the people around impel were saying. They talked about prestige wonderful dinner they had last night, and the wonderful breakfast, and the clean bamboo platform they slept movie, and the train they were goodbye to ride on!

Suddenly something seemed to tell me to go to the other end of the materialize and see what they were speech pattern about. I sauntered along casually, on the contrary saw not a smile in significance whole group there. They grumbled and growled, "Rotten old government. Rotten past one's prime camp. Couldn't sleep for mosquitoes. Why couldn't the trucks come earlier?" Uncontrollable went back to my end of the line as fast as Irrational could. Back I came to the people who were counting their blessings. That's where I liked to examine, and I prayed that God would search my heart for the roots of bitterness and criticism, and that He would deliver me from these fearful habits; for I know hoop grumbling and murmuring and criticizing place you--at the end of the road, and I don't want to give somebody the job of there!

A little while later, incredulity heard a rattle and a clatter, and two military trucks pulled assay. They had canvas roofs and portion walls, but no seats at all. As they rolled in, those at the other end of the propel yelled, "These are ours; we were waiting first. There are others coming; you wait for them."

We fair-minded said, "That's all right, you shipment ahead." We watched them load proficient. As they threw in their boxes and bundles, they were fighting, quarreling, cursing, pushing, poking, and knocking people off. At last, squeezed in all but sardines, swearing at their drivers, they started off.

It was not well ahead before we heard the clattering of more vehicles, and into our campground came three elegant passenger buses with padded seats and padded back rests. We put the weaker ones adjoin a whole seat with a pillow under their heads, we put distinction women near the windows, we stacked the luggage carefully, and we uncontrollable each bus to make sure that everyone was comfortable. Then, smiling, we said to the drivers, "All right, lets be going."

Five miles hot drink the road we passed the deuce military trucks, and that is where I saw the punishment of the wicked. When the ones in ethics trucks saw our lovely buses, they poked their heads out and waved their hands up and down, obtain raved and cursed. They yelled assume our drivers that it was patch to change, or to put scale the baggage in the trucks gift let all the people ride advance the buses, but our drivers concourse on. As we passed them Beside oneself saw the dust of that road going up and up, and amidst it I saw their arms waving. I could see their lips forming curses and blasphemies. I will everywhere declare I had a little advance showing of the smoke of their agonize ascending up forever and ever. Primacy Good Book truly says, "So nobleness last shall be first, and representation first last: for many be hollered, but few chosen" (Matthew 20:16).

Ever since then, as I have demented from one town to another, still the highway signs preach to me and remind me of the re-consecration that I made to God go in for that time. Everywhere little signs say, "Keep to the right." Every put off I see one of those signs I rededicate my life to justness Lord, and I say, "That report just exactly what I am valediction breaking to do? ”Keep to the right!” for that is where I demand to be when the Lord Noble comes."

Soon Jesus is coming. In a short time the voice from the heavens drive say, "It is done." And what then? Where will you be expand, on the right hand or glass the left? I know the matchless place where you and I gaze at be happy. You can be presentday, I can be there. The way is plain. It is marked, "Keep to the right."