<TITLE>05. Par 16-18</TITLE>L-16 Not long ago, talking to a little chaplain, he was in the army over in Korea, not Korea, but in during time of the last war in Japan. And he came out. He said they'd captured him, and they'd taken him in. He was--he--he said he--he's starving to death. He just had some old moldy bread and said he just stood out, and raised up his hands, and just begin to praise the Lord. He said, "Lord, I got three little kiddies at home and wife." Said, "But looks like I'm going to come ho--go to heaven from here." He said, "If you want me to come from here, let Your will be done."
And said he happened to notice and a little sentry walking around a barbed fence... He said he kept watching him. He thought, that man wants to speak to me. He walked over there, and the little fellow passed by. He looked over and said, "You Christian?"
Said, "Yes."
Said, "Me Christian too." See? Now, if that'll make one American and one Jap be brothers, now if that Jap could do what he wanted to, he'd let his Christian brother out of there. See?

L-17 And in Russia ... When I was at Finland, when the little boy was raised from the dead there, and the thousands come swarming across, Russians and all; and when those Russians come across the border, they'd catch those Finns. And you know they're each others neck all the time. And they'd throw their arms around one another, and hug one another, and cry, and they--and they hold their hands up in the air and praise God. If the kingdom of God in a man's heart will make a Russian and a Finn put their arm around one another and hug one another and call each other brother, it'll make all nations in the world do the same thing. That's the problem. And now, the pitiful part of it is, look at the churches, even in who professed to be Christian; that's the pity. Let us... I like this poem:
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
That life is just an empty dream!
The soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Yet, life is real! And life is earnest!
The grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Lives of great men all remind us
And we can make our lives sublime,
With partings, leave behind us,
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing over life's solemn main,
When a forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.  (Is that right?)
...?... Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero! in the strife.

L-18 If we are real Christians, if we're born again, if we love Christ, if we love His church, if we are here tonight seeking His kingdom, seeking His power, let's take faith and do what He says do. Let's do what He says. He's doing His part and more, don't you think so?
If it would be you or I... If I wrote it in a letter to someone and they still wouldn't believe it, well, I don't know whether I'd have much patience after that or not. But He does. He does. He sends His pastors to preach it. He sends His message. He sends His prophets; He sends everything, and still, people walk away, and spurn His love, and disbelieve it. Isn't that right?


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