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Brother Andrew’s Story

As a man Brother Andrew joined the Army looking for adventure, and was wounded in Indonesia. He talks his time in the hospital in his book, Smuggler.

This book was in things, he said. I didn’t if you wanted it.

I said thanks, but I pick it up. I doubt if I ever have, except for the nuns. The to which I had been assigned was run by sisters. I soon fell in with every one of them. dawn until midnight were busy in the wards, bedpans, swabbing wounds, letters for us, laughing, singing. I once heard them

One day I asked the nun who came to bathe me how it was she and the other sisters were so cheerful.

Why Andrew, you ought to the answer to that—a good boy like you. It’s the of Christ. When she said it, her sparkled, and I knew without that for her this was the whole she could have talked all and said no more. But you’re me, aren’t you? she said, the well-worn little Bible it still lay on the bedside table. got the answer right here.

So now, when my restless struck it again, I picked it up. In the two and a years since my mother had it to me, I had never opened it. But I thought the sisters, their joy, tranquility: You’ve got the answer here. I propped the little on my chest, and. moved the backward until I got to Genesis

I read the story of creation and of the of sin into the world. It did not seem as far-fetched to me now as it had when our schoolteacher a chapter each afternoon, outside canals waited to be I read on, skipping whole flipping through to get to the story At last, many days I came to the New Testament. Lying encased in autograph-covered plaster, I straight through the Gospels, dimly their terrible Could all this really be

Andrew returned to Holland and what he calls his incredible of discovery. Finally, one night, a little event occurred changed my life far more than the bullet that had through bone and muscle a before. It was a stormy night in the of winter, 1950. The sleet as it can only blow in Holland in There were many in that wind.

What was I on to? What was it that was hanging on to me? was standing between me and freedom?

The of the house was asleep. I lay on my back my hands under my head at the darkened ceiling and all at once, quietly, I let go of my ego. With a new in the wind yelling at me not to be a fool, I myself over to God— stock, and adventure.

That night was not the end of adventure, but the beginning. If you would like to yourself to God and receive Jesus as Savior, you can tell God, in own words, something like

Dear Jesus, I admit I am a sinner, please forgive me. I am to turn away from Thank you for dying on the cross for my and resurrecting on the third day. I believe you, please into my heart and be my savior. My is Yours. In Jesus’ name,

God led Andrew into a lifetime of like the one he describes below.

God at

During the height of the Cold Communist countries were a tight control on their but God had called Brother Andrew to the Christians behind that Curtain.

When I pulled up to the on the other side of the Danube, I to myself, Well, I’m in Only half a dozen This Romanian border should go swiftly.

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But when it took forty to inspect the first car, I to worry. literally everything family was carrying had to be taken out and on the ground.

Every car in line was put the same routine. The fourth lasted well over an The guards took the driver and kept him there while removed hub caps, took his apart, removed seats.

Lord, I said, as at last was just one car ahead of me, what am I to do? Any serious inspection will up these Romanian Bibles away.

Lord, I went on, I that no amount of cleverness on my can get me through this border Dare I ask for a miracle? Let me take of the Bibles out and leave them in the where they will be Then, Lord I cannot be depending on my own stratagems, can I? I will be utterly upon You.

While the last car was going its chilling inspection, I managed to several Bibles from hiding places and pile on the seat beside me.

It was my turn. I put the VW in low gear, inched up to the officer at the left side of the road, him my papers, and started to get out. But his was against the door, holding it He looked at my photograph in the passport, something down, shoved the back under my nose, and waved me on.

Surely thirty had not passed. I started the engine and forward. Was I supposed to pull out of the way where the car could be taken Was I. surely I wasn’t. I coasted my foot poised above the Nothing happened. I looked out the mirror. The guard was waving the car to a stop, indicating to the driver he had to get out. On I drove a few more The guard was having the driver me open the hood of his car. And I was too far away to doubt that I had made it through that checkpoint in the space of thirty

My heart was racing. Not with the of the crossing, but with the excitement of caught such a spectacular of God at work!

* He is called Brother to preserve his anonymity and because he is a to all who follow Christ.

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