<TITLE>01. Par 1-5</TITLE>50-0716, Believest Thou This?, Tent Meeting, Minneapolis, MN, 87 min
L-1 Thank you, Brother Lindsay. Good evening audience. Very happy to be here this afternoon to speak about the greatest person that ever lived on the earth, or ever will be on the earth, our Lord Jesus Christ. That's why I've...
One day I was talking, and wife... One of the first meetings we was ever in, she says, "All those people come?"
I said, "The Gospel is the greatest drawing card the world has ever had." I say...
"If I be lifted up, I will draw all men unto Me."

L-2 And now, it falls my lot this afternoon to speak. A little warm under the tent. And I--not a preacher to begin with, but I--I like to talk on the Word. Faith cometh by hearing, hearing of the Word. That's what gives us faith. Before we can have faith, we must have a basis for faith. Isn't that right? The...
If you was going to get married, you'd have... Your wife would have to tell you she loved you and how she'd be true to you. And you have a--you have her word then. And then, your faith, it just depends on how you feel about, if her word is all right or not.
And that's the way we have to do by any way. By faith we have to have the--a background, a foundation.

L-3 And now, we're going to just not keep you no longer than possible in speaking. As I said, I wasn't a preacher; I just love to talk on the Word. I once... When I was first ordained as a--a Baptist preacher, my, that was the--one of the greatest hours of my life. I...
When I was a little boy, I thought it took a sissy to pack a Bible. But when I was saved and got ordained, I'd go down the street with my Bible under my arm. And my, when they would call me "brother" or something, I just all swelled out. I thought I was a real preacher. And they just had a local exhorter license, just for the state of Indiana that I could preach, and marry, or bury, or baptize.
So I thought I was a real preacher until one day I heard a real preacher. And then I realized I wasn't any preacher.

L-4 It reminds me of when I was at home. My father used to break bronco horses. He was borned in the state of Kentucky. My mother's from Oklahoma, and moved down into Texas, just above Paris. And my dad went west to breaking horses. And he was a quite a rider, and a very fine shot, and, with a gun. And he went west breaking horses, and that's how he met my mother.
So I always thought that I wanted to be a rider. I'd hear my dad talk about how he would break the horses, and skin the... you know, and the team and so forth.
And we lived on a farm, and I thought, "Oh, my, when I get just a little bigger, I'm going to be a real rider." I'd been to the picture show a few times and seen some of the movies, you know, of some of that, on them dude ranches. And I thought, "Oh, I will just be a real hero."

L-5 So when I used to get the old horse after we'd plow with him all day, you know, and get him out behind the barn to the watering trough... How many country boys is there in here? Let's see your hands. Now, don't be backwards. I thought so. All right.
And we'd get out there by the old watering trough, and I'd get me a handful of cockleburs, and put it under the saddle, and pull down the cinches on it. I'd climb up in the middle of the old horse, you know. And my, the poor old thing so tired, he--he's just worked to death. And here I would set there, and he couldn't get his feet off the ground. He'd just bawl and turn around. I'd take my old straw hat, and have my little brothers lined up down there. And I'd say, "Look at me as a cowboy," just a beating that old horse with my hat. And the poor old thing, why he--he couldn't have throwed an egg off his back hardly. So I was up there in this saddle, you know, just a bucking away. I thought I was.


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