<TITLE>16. Par 139-149</TITLE>L-139 As I was telling you; don't know whether I told you or not... Here a few days ago, 'fore I went overseas, I was standing, and, Gene, I was almost doing like you said. I was trying to comb, what, a hair that I had left. The wife looked at me. She said, "Honey. Hm." She said, "You better wear one of them hair pieces they give you out there in California."
I said, "Honey, I like them real well, but I'm just ashamed to."
She said, "My, Bill, you sure taking your... Your hair's really gone, hasn't it?"
I said, "Yeah, that's right." But I said, "Oh, hallelujah."
She said, "What's you saying 'hallelujah' for?"
I said, "I never lost a one of them."
She said, "You never lost a one?"
I said, "No." I said, "See, honey, I'm getting old." I said, "I'm on forty-five years old." I said, "I'm an old man." Said, "I ain't... My," I said, "I'm getting old. I... Don't make any difference to me whether I'm bald-headed or what. Doesn't matter to me, as long as I don't go take--take bad colds so easy, and..."
And she said, "Well..." I said... But she said, "Well, where you..." Said, "But you said your hairs wasn't gone."
I said, "They're not." Why, I said, "Jesus said, 'There won't be one hair of your head perish."' See, see?
She said, "Do you mean...? Well..."
I said, "Honey, in the resurrection, when I come forth, to a young man like I was when we got married, straight shoulder, not a wrinkle, black wavy hair," I said, "that's the way I'll look again." Yes, sir. I said, "I'll never lose one of them then."
She said, "Well, well, where they at?"
I said, "I'll ask you something, and then, if you answer me, I'll answer you."
She said, "What?"
I say, "Where was they before I got them?"
She said, "Well, I guess God had..."
I said, "That's where He's got them too." I said, "They're still there. Every vitamin that was in them, every cell of life that was in them, every atom that was in them, every bit of petroleum that was in them, every bit of light it took to make them, God had it in His hands. And not one of them's perished. They're every one somewhere in the hands of God."

L-149 I look, my eyes are drooping down, baggy underneath, big wrinkles in my forehead. And sometimes I have to almost squint to look at my Bible. And the doctor told me I had perfect sight, 20/20, but said, "After you get pass forty years old, your eyeballs get flat, and you can't read too close to you."
I said, "Yes, sir, I know that."
He said, "You keep pushing your Bible out, and Bible out." Said, "After while you have it way out here?"
I said, "I'll just get bigger letters, or something like that."
He said, "Well, it's just a nature."
"I look off out there, and I can see a hair laying on the end of the plate."
He said, "Well, you're forty years old, sir." He said, "Your--your eyeballs just actually... Just like your hair gets gray, and so forth," said, "you just have to have it."
Said, "Uh-huh."


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