<TITLE>07. Par 18-20</TITLE>L-18 Father, in the Name of Thy Son Jesus, speak to us through the Word. "Faith cometh by hearing, hearing of the Word of God." And knowing--living here, so close, and every one knowing my life anyhow, and O God, it's nothing to talk about. What a... Long from a flowerbed of ease; and the marks of disgrace, I just hate to go back over them again. And I pray, God, that--that You'll bless us this morning in teaching of Thy Word, and may Thy Word be established in every heart forever. We ask You to take these few words now, in the next few moments and place them right in the hearts of the believers; for we ask it in Christ's Name, Amen.

L-19 Jude, wrote 6--in A.D. 66. That would be thirty-three years after Pentecost. Jude, the foster brother of our Lord Jesus Christ, which he now... One time, Jesus' brothers, foster brothers, didn't believe in Him. But we notice Jude here, saying, "The servant of Jesus Christ..." What a difference. And now, we see that in the writing of this Book, there had been something happen to the church. And we want to read a few verses here, and just explain it as we go along. And someone tell me dismissing time. Will you ring your Sunday School bell, or whatever it is till we can get through. And don't forget tonight.

L-20 Perhaps, 'fore I can see you again, there'll be many, many, many thousands of miles between us. And I want to see you once more in that great healing service tonight. I shall be praying this afternoon, doing everything that I know how, that God will give us an outpouring of His blessings tonight like He's never did before. I want it; I'm praying for it; it'll be revival that'll do something for the people of Louisville, Jeffersonville, and New Albany, my own beloved people. And how I see them off and out in these conditions, the churches waxing and growing cold: my own people setting right in them.
And then I come, and I think I speak too harshly. I go home sometimes... I tell you; this is truth. I've went home and cried about what I said at the platform, but I couldn't help it; something just got in me and made me say it. And I think, "What do you want to be so rough about it for?" But it isn't me. I must be obedient; I only speak by inspiration. Just as I see it, I get it and speak it. I have no notes, no nothing to preach from, just God's Word just the way It lays there. That's all I know. I depend on the Holy Spirit, not knowing one thing (God knows that.) what to say this morning; I never take thought for what to say. I go to the platform; let Him do the leading. That's all. But He promised this, "If you open your mouth, I'll fill it." So that... He's done that now for twenty-three years. And I'm not weary in the road. I trust Him.
I might not be eloquent, like speakers and so forth, but God has, anyhow, give me lots of friends, and I... By God's grace, I've helped win almost a half a million converts to Him. So I'm so thankful for that. I being illiterate, as I am, without education, and yet, God has blessed the humble ministry that He's give me.


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