The remarkable true life story of Peter Newman (Part 13)

I later saw many miracles in Ethiopia; especially when the Coptic Church announced over the radio that no one should go to my meetings. That, of course, made people more curious than ever and some soldiers from the nearby barracks actually broke out to hear the gospel. Many of them gave their lives to the Lord.

Yet deep down I was still dissatisfied. Towards the late sixties, after three years, God started to speak to me about my family. He told me to go to Cornwall and settle down with them; I felt sure He was going to open the doors into a new type of ministry.

My two daughters were ready to leave their primary-school education; I knew that God had ordained family life and structure, and He was interested in our children and the need for them to have a stable education and to make permanent friendships. Up to this time we had been continually on the move, living in other people's homes and in communes. This was not the first time that God had shown us that we should protect our children from feeling hard done by because we were committed to the call of God.

They had to share us with so many people; they knew what it was to have drunks sleeping in their home, not to mention drug addicts and many others with psychological problems. It was nothing for one of them to be seen sitting on a tramp's knee, or to go with him for a walk in the park. Often they would have drug addicts teaching them art. They learnt from an early age that our life was a life of sharing and our house, cupboard and pocket were always open to those in need. Though often poor in this world's goods, they became rich in God's love and grace. My great joy today is to know that my children know Jesus and love Him.