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Homage to a Broken Man: The Life of J. Heinrich Arnold - Plough

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Conversion40ning at dinner Oswald s<strong>to</strong>od up and proclaimed, “To the pure all things arepure,” and disrobed.Eberhard ordered Oswald <strong>to</strong> dress himself, and then confronted him: “Jesuswants <strong>to</strong> free you from the evil that is <strong>to</strong>rmenting you. But you mustchoose whether you want <strong>to</strong> be freed, or not.”At this Oswald had shrieked that the demons inside him would tear him<strong>to</strong> pieces, and had run from the room. At the table, no one had spoken ormoved. But in his mind Heiner could still hear the barking <strong>of</strong> the dogs thatmarked Oswald’s route as he fled through the village.Heiner pondered why his father welcomed people like Oswald when evenhis little sister, Monika, seemed repelled by them, and why they flocked <strong>to</strong>Sannerz like moths <strong>to</strong> a candle in the first place. But as he wondered, he foundhis own answer: it was the love such broken spirits found there. Heiner noticedit when his father had turned Bruno’s face <strong>to</strong>ward the sun, but also whenhe thundered at Oswald. That was love, <strong>to</strong>o. <strong>The</strong>n there was his father’s authority—theway he spoke with a finality that seemed <strong>to</strong> come from beyond him.Heiner never dared mention these things, but he sensed it had something<strong>to</strong> do with his father’s closeness <strong>to</strong> Jesus. And so one day he shyly asked him,“How does one find Jesus?”“If you seek, you will find,” his father answered.One evening at dinner, Eberhard <strong>to</strong>ld the household another remarkables<strong>to</strong>ry. Rach<strong>of</strong>f was a young man who had lived in the Russian port city <strong>of</strong>Archangelsk in the previous century. His wealth promised him a life <strong>of</strong> ease,and yet, like Sundar Singh, a strange vision had utterly changed him.One night in his sleep Rach<strong>of</strong>f saw a man plowing as the sun rose above thefield. Suddenly from a poor hut nearby came the sound <strong>of</strong> a violin. <strong>The</strong> manat the plow s<strong>to</strong>pped and listened, and then went on. Soon the sound beganagain, though now it was the crying <strong>of</strong> a child. <strong>The</strong> man left his plow, wentin<strong>to</strong> the hut, and found a sick baby near <strong>to</strong> death. Bending over the child,he caressed it, and it was healed. <strong>The</strong>n Rach<strong>of</strong>f recognized the plowman. Hisheart bursting, he shouted, “Brother Jesus, I am coming!”<strong>Homage</strong> <strong>to</strong> a <strong>Broken</strong> <strong>Man</strong>

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