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GOD'S FORD ON THE GO
By
Luella Marsh Ford
BROTHER BROWN
Brother H. D. Brown was a wonderful elderly man when I first saw him. He had been one of the
early leaders of the Nazarene Church. For a time he was District Superintendent of the great
Northwest, the territory stretching from Chicago through the expansive prairie states of North and
South Dakota and Montana to Washington.
In later life his home was in Seattle, Washington, only 38 miles north of Tacoma. Often he would
preach for the Nazarene Church in Tacoma when our pastor was gone on Sunday.
On one of these occasions the question came from the platform, "Is there someone in the audience
who would take Brother Brown to his home for dinner?"
The lady friend sitting by me whispered, "This time I'm not offering to take him." (She was the
one in the church who did more than her share in entertaining visiting preachers and workers.)
God began dealing with me and said, "Raise your hand."
Before too many seconds, I said, "Lord, but you know about Fred. He doesn't want anyone like
that coming to our house. I'm afraid to offer. But, Lord, I will if you want me to." I raised my hand
in the comfort of the Holy Spirit.
I had strong convictions about doing any extra cooking on Sunday. I had made a pie or cake on
Saturday. I always put the roast in the oven before I left for Sunday School. The vegetables I had in
kettles and Fred would put them on the stove to cook by 11:30 A.M. Dinner would be ready except
for making the gravy.
When we got home from church that Sunday, Fred was waiting for us to come home and was
looking out the window. He must have noticed the elderly man getting out of the car. By the time
we got in the house, Fred was gone. I was somewhat upset about his absence, but I knew I had done
the right thing.
I finished the meal preparations while the girls set the table. Fred was nowhere to be found.
Brother Brown asked me to make him some toast. He said, "I have a certain way to make it. I want
you to put a slice of bread in the oven and brown it well. Then take it out and pour hot water over
it and put it back in the oven and let the water dry out."
By this time dinner was on the table and still Fred wasn't home.