<TITLE>19. Par 183-183</TITLE>L-183 Notice now, quickly. We'll come to the close of this fellowship talk.
Now, Job had fellowship, and what a marvelous time it was. And so God could not... Satan, rather, could not shake Job away from this fellowship. So his wife come out, the last resort. Satan said "I'll get him through his wife. And I'll make her... The kids couldn't do it, so I'll... And the losing all of his riches couldn't do it, losing his health couldn't do it." So the closest thing to a man on earth, or should be, was his wife. So he took his wife, and he come out there. And she said, "Job, look how you look....?... Looks like some of them must've been right. Why, you must belong to the wrong church. You must be all mixed up, Job. Maybe you've been in error. Well now, looky, why don't you just curse God and die. Look at you. We could join a better church."
And he said, "Thou speaketh like a foolish woman." He knowed where he stood, not by some mental theology, not by some intellectual faith, but by a fellowship with Christ, through the burnt offering, the blood. He had worshipped God. He said, "Thou speakest like a foolish woman." He said, "The LORD gave, the LORD taken away; blessed be the Name of the LORD."
There you are. That's the worshipper in fellowship. That's the man who's really talked to Him. Then you know what you're talking about. If you've just took something else... And these are fine; all these other things are all right; I have nothing against it, but that's still not the basis. Don't build upon that alone, intellectual faith. Come back to the basis here, get it in here, and then worship with Him, talk with Him, fellowship with Him. And then build on these other things, bring these other things unto that foundation. But you're trying to bring these fundamental truths upon a foundation that has nothing to it. It's like putting...
Brother Wood here, somewhere in the building, is a contractor. Well, what good would it do him to take on an old building that's worm-eaten, the termites has eat the building down, and it's rotten to the foundation, and go out and get some of the best lumber that he could find, good, dry, seasoned redwood, tack it on the house; go out here and get paint that's recommended by the highest paint country in the... company in the world? He said, "Looky here, preacher, I can show you that this is the real, genuine redwood."
I'd say, "Yes, Brother Wood, that's right."
"Looky here, here is the seal of approval, that this is the best paint that could be put on a house."
"That's right, Brother Wood. But your foundation is wrong. It's got to come down."
That's what's the matter. Reading the Scripture is right, preaching the Gospel is right, but your foundation's wrong. Tear out your mental conception of things and get God in your heart by the shedding of the Blood, and then build from there. Your wood is all right if you got it on the right foundation. There you are. Just don't be angry with me now. It may cut a little bit, but this is truth. This is what helps you. Now, notice. Get back to the right foundation, to the fellowship.


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