<TITLE>12. Par 45-48</TITLE>L-45 Here not long ago I was in a revival where Pentecostal women on the platform with a skirt on that look like they were molded in it, and with great big, long earrings hanging down like that, and with manicure, or ever what you call the stuff, all over their face, look like they'd been eating raw beefsteak and blood all over their fingers and things, and call themselves filled with the Holy Ghost? "By their fruits you shall know them." That's right. [Congregation applauds--Ed.] It's too bad that you do that. Yes, sir.
You know, it used to be wrong for Pentecostal women to cut their hair? That was their glory. She sure fell short of the glory somewhere. That's right. [Congregation applauds--Ed.] You know that's the truth, brother. Now, that... Might as well admit the truth.
Now, listen, the Bible said, "It's a woman's glory." So you're sharing it with the devil. That's right. Let your hair grow out. Amen. Be a lady; look like a Christian. Quit trying to fashion after the world. The devil gets you in all kinds of trouble. Get that heart, get in the Shekinah Glory over yonder with God. Move in behind the veil and let that drop behind you; shut the world off where you can't see the things of the world: die out to self.

L-46 I remember when I first seen Pentecostal people, over around Mishawaka, Indiana, several years ago, women would start shouting and these great big old horn hairpins would fly over the floor. Brother, you'd have a hard time finding one. You couldn't buy one, I don't guess any more. Oh, what a shame. That's right.
And used to be that how things was, but they changed. What's the matter? Each denomination tried to build its organization up instead of trying to get the people to God. You know that's the truth.

L-47 Now, look, this may make you a little bit sick at your stomach, but... You know, when I was a little boy... We was raised poor. Mama used to have to take and put a bread pan in the stove and render out meat skins, that she'd pick up down at the store, to get the grease to pour on the corn bread, to make the--to make the hoecakes. And us kids would eat the hoecakes and sop sorghum molasses for breakfast. I don't know whether you ever did it or not, pretty good. But, you know, we'd have to do that.
And every Saturday night, I know what it was, take a bath in an old cedar tub; and never change the water, just pour some more in and warm it up for the next fellow. Now, that was right. But we lived over it. I tell you, brother. It ain't so much about the outside. If you'd take care of the inside as well as you do the outside, you'd be better off anyhow. Amen. [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]

L-48 Not long ago, I was standing by a big museum. It had the estimation of a human body. A man that weighed a hundred and fifty pounds was worth eighty four cents in chemicals. Ha-ha. Put a ten dollar hat on eighty four cents. Boy, I'm telling you. Put a five hundred dollar mink skin coat around eight four cents and stick your nose up, if it'd rain, it'd drown you. Then you think you're somebody, and worth eighty four cents. You sure take care of that. But, brother, you got a soul that'll never die, somewhere. You'll take any kind of old dogmatic stuff for that. Amen.
I don't know what's the matter with me. But--but it's... [Congregation applauds--Ed.] Your pastors are suppose to do that. But... Bless the Lord. But what we need is to get back in the path. See? We're... That's the reason we're not over there tonight, enjoying something. That's the reason we're all broke up and everything. Certainly.


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