<TITLE>08. Par 18-19</TITLE>L-18 Here sometime ago I was standing in a--up here in Ohio, where I was having a meeting. We was having a wonderful meeting, a great arena. There was so many people till I couldn't stay in the city. I--I have to pray all day. If were going to have these meetings, I got to stay away from people, even the manager and all of them.
So I stay away in prayer. And I'd been away out praying, and, the first thing you know, when we... When I would eat, we come up to a little restaurant there, a little Dunkard restaurant, and a little ladies in there were such neat nice looking, clean looking people, and they'd walk around very nice, ladylike, acting.
And after while, this come Sunday, and they closed up and went to church. They were all very religious. And they closed up and went to church.
So I got hungry; I wasn't going to have a healing service that afternoon, so I was going to preach. And I thought, "I'd better go get me a sandwich, 'cause I haven't eaten since a couple days before.
I went over; the little restaurant was closed, so I just walked across the road to a common little drive-in place, ever what they call it. And as I walked in the door, there stood a policeman about my age, a man of about forty years old, with his arm around a woman playing a slot machine. And gambling is illegal in Ohio. They're the law.
I thought, "What is this world coming to?" Brethren, everybody's afraid of communism. Everybody's afraid that Russia is going to come over, Germany's going to come over. Don't be afraid of any nation whipping us. They're not going to whip us; we're whipping ourself. Our own morals is what's polluting us. It isn't the robin that pecks on the apple that hurts it; it's the worm at the core that rots the apple. Our own morals among us, is what is killing us. Rejecting of Christ, living in--the life the way we do, that's what's killing us.

L-19 There was a policeman to uphold the law, standing there, perhaps, a married man with a bunch of children at home, playing a slot machine. I thought, "Oh, mercy."
I looked back at the back, a young waitress standing back there, very vulgarly dressed, and some boys half drunk with there arms around her, and doing things they ought not to do. I thought, "Oh, my. Let me get out of here." And I happened to look to my right, and there set an old lady, old enough to be my grandmother, probably sixty five or better. She had on those foul clothes, little short clothes, and with the purple-looking stuff on her face, and her toenails painted the same way. Poor old thing, her skin was wrinkled and hanging, hair real close, and blue-looking color, where it had been gray, and all wrinkled up.
And I thought, "Isn't that terrible?" And setting with two old men, and them drunk, one of them in summertime with an big army overcoat on. And I said, "Oh, my. I said, "God, how can You stand it?" I said, "Why don't You wipe it off the face of the earth?"
Then I was setting there thinking that, and all of a sudden something struck me, and the Lord said for me set down. And I went over in a corner behind the door and started praying. I thought, "Lord, it looks like that You'd just simply tear the whole... Will my little Rebekah and Sarah, my two little girls, have to be raised up here in the world under such as that?" I thought, "How can You stand it, when it makes a sinner like me shiver to think of such a thing?"


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