<TITLE>01. Par 1-4</TITLE>50-0200, Here We Have No Continuing City, Robinson Memorial Coliseum, Little Rock, AR, 87 min
L-1 But it's for His glory, that I say it. God bless you.
Now, in the 13th chapter of Hebrews, I wish to read some Scripture, 'cause no service is complete without the reading of God's Word. My word will fail, everybody else's word will fail, but God's Word will never fail. Hebrews 13:10-14.
 We have an altar, whereof they which have no right to eat which served the tabernacle.
For the bodies of those beasts, whose blood is brought into the sanctuary by the high priest for sin, are burnt without the camp.
Jesus... Therefore Jesus also, that he might sanctify the people with his own blood, suffered without the gate.
Let us go forth therefore unto him without the camp, bearing his reproach.
(Now, here's my text.) For here we have no continuing city, but we seek one to come.
I imagine my voice has a little blast in there, and I'll get back to... Can you hear all right up in the balcony, up in the second balcony all right?
What I wish to speak on, is "Here We Have No Continuing City," to kinda back up and... And you pray with me. There's no one that...

L-2 I think of when the Abraham left the city of Ur... Era... Ur and the land of Chaldean, he was seeking a city whose Builder and Maker was God. Now, there was something in Abraham that he could see that great city of Ur, and he knew that that very thing that made people colonize together, there was bound to be a city somewhere that was typed off of. And by instinct, or by the leading of the Holy Spirit, he hunted that city whose Builder and Maker was God. And he sojourned in strange land, professed to be pilgrims and strangers, a seeking a city, and dwelling in tents with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. And so then, we see that city.

L-3 There's no matter how many places you ever roamed, no matter how far you go, there's no place like home. Is that right? How many here today is away from home, let's see your hands, just away from home? Oh, my. I wished I could sing. I'd sing, "We're Pilgrims And Stranger Seeking A City To Come." Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Let's take a little trip back home, would you like to do that? I believe everyone here would like to take a trip home, wouldn't you, just like to go back home? There's no place that you'll ever go that'll ever seem like that lovely little old city you lived in, or little old dwelling place out in the country.
For myself, I--I want to walk back down the road just this afternoon with each one of you, taking a little evening stroll to review the things over.

L-4 The first thing comes into my mind at this time, is a little humble home built out in the country by the broom sedge fields, and some old apple trees standing around, where my father and mother and their little family lived, a little humble place indeed. The...
We were very, very poor. Daddy had a hard time. He was a--a very poor man. He worked for seventy-five cents a day in--in log wood. My father had a bad habit, drinking. I'm sorry to have to say that, but that's true. And he--he... My father died in my arms. I seen my daddy work so hard, till when he would come in, his--his back would be sun burned until his shirt would be sticking to his back, and mother would have to take and clip the shirt loose from his back. I don't care what he done. He's my daddy. I'm not ashamed of my father. I love my daddy. He's gone on today, but he's still daddy.


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