<TITLE>12. Par 43-46</TITLE>L-43 Oh, my. When God speaks, all Heaven records it. I tell you; it's got to happen. No matter how funny it seems, and how unreasonable it seems, it's going to happen anyhow. 'Cause God said it was. "And My Words will be fulfilled in their season."
After the people seen that he didn't come out, they looked and wondered what was the matter with him. After while he come out, they seen he was a mute. He couldn't speak, he--he beckoned to the people to go away. Went home, and his wife conceived. She hid herself. And then about six months later... I like to give this a little drama.
Let's go down in Nazareth, a wicked town, way worse than Evansville: wicked, really, the worse town in the world. And here's a little virgin living there. No matter how wicked the city is, and how other girls do, and how other men do, you can be a Christian anywhere.

L-44 Notice, I see her going down to the virgin springs. God willing, I want to pass through there next few months. And then with a--a big Oriental type water jug setting on her head, here she comes packing the water up; it's wash day. That's the worse day that I ever knowed of around the house. I still even... We got a electric washer; I still hate to see wash day come around at home. And then mom used to, down in Kentucky, we had an old boiler, or an old kettle set out in the back yard. How many remembers them old kettles? Look at the country folks. Well, I'll take off my tie now; I feel like I'm at home.
Look, brother, yes, sir, old kettle. And I used to have cut wood and pack that kettle and put under there and--and boil them clothes. And oh, my, that old home made lye, you know, and get that old soap and everything, scrub on a washboard, it was a sweaty day.

L-45 Now, I remember then, they come around and get a kettle in the fall of the year to cook preserves in them. You remember that? I used to have to cook the preserves. And I remember one time chopping an old locust post, old fence rails and things, trying to get that stuff to boil enough. It looked to me like it was hot enough to can. These little old yellow tomatoes, you know, gourd tomatoes. I... Did you know, they'd go right good now between hot biscuit, and some good fashion white country butter. Wouldn't that go good? My, I should say, that's--that's real eating.
And I remember mom would get a great big kettle of them and cook them. And I'd chop wood and put under there. I'd say, "Now, mama, them things are hot."
And she said, "Honey, you... they got to get hotter."
And I'd say, "Why do they have to get any hotter?"

L-46 She said, "They have to get so hot until they go to popping." Go pomp, pomp, pomp, like that. I said... Said, "Then they're getting sweet." Huh. Said, "Just keep pouring the wood on. They'll get sweet enough after while." Said, "That mixes all the juices and everything together, and that runs all the sugar with the juices, and that gets them ready for canning."
I thought, "That's about right with an old time Holy Ghost meeting too. Just keep throwing the old Gospel wood on there, brother, and let her get hot enough till you have a testimony meeting, pop, poof, pop, poof, pop, like that. Runs all the devil out and gets the Holy Ghost munching around with the people like that, sweetened up. Then you have an old fashion revival on. Just keep laying the wood on it, blowing it just as hard as you can, fanning it. God will take care of the rest of it. It'll sweeten up the preserves and you can can them down then." Yes, sir.


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