<TITLE>07. Par 23-25</TITLE>L-23 And to see all the beggars. I'd stand there at the window and walk back. They'd bring my breakfast in: an orange and a couple of cookies. Just as soon as they...
That old bitter tea... I drank so much tea till it was tea--tea... I believe you'd stick with the...?... leaf tea It just... all the time it was just tea, tea, tea, every few hours. And they'd bring it. And I wouldn't say nothing because it was right on the hotel bill. You see? And then I'd take these oranges and cookies and go over there and throw them out to them mothers and babies. Oh, my. And I seen a...
And I said to Billy Paul, my boy, I said, "Wonder if that fellow with no arms, how in the world is he going to get it?" Even his pegging on his toes like that, on his stubs of his feet. Leprosy eat his feet off. And finally we got him to one side to where we could drop a rupee to him.
You know how he got it? And them streets where cattle passing, and oh, my, just can hardly hold your nose to get through... He licked it with his tongue, and down the street he went on them pegs just as hard as he could to...?... would maybe get him some curry made out of sheep feet and so forth to eat.
Brother, I tell you, I'm a human being. That--that just nearly killed me to see them little babies. And I thought, "Mercy. Oh, God, how much longer will it be?"

L-24 And here we are--here we are, dash out enough out here in a alley to feed the people on nearly. But looky here.
I know this is off of the beaten path, my subject. I want to tell you something, just drop this to you.
Last week I was to preach. But I want to say this word. Look, we go over there and tell that man that he is our brother. All right. What do we do. We send over there, and he sees the American man get off the car, off of the boat, drive a great big fine car by.
He sets in a little old mud puddle, a few stalks of something he's raising there. His--his grandchildren... His great-grandfather was raised in ignorance. His father, there he is, his children come the same way. His wife will wash in that puddle and he will tote a little bit up to drink out of the same puddle.
And if we're brothers, equally, why is it that one comes dressed fine? And if... I'm ashamed to say it, but a lot of times snoopy, and rub by him. And then try to talk Christianity to him, he wonders.

L-25 Now, what's happened, communism has come down and told him it's all false, and give the false economy there. But give him hope saying, "Yea. That's the way to do it." That's the capitalists and so forth. And the first thing you know...
The reason it's done that is because that we put our money on beer cans and caps and things like that, and the missionary had to live off of a penny march that come up to the altar about once a month. And brother, we've sowed, and we're going to reap what we sowed. You just remember that. Sure.
Oh, my. Beggars. I can see old blind Bartimaeus setting there by the side of the gate. Let's just take him for a few moments to... just as that... as an individual. Let's just imagine we see him setting there and could catch what he was thinking about.
I imagine he was setting there shivering, the winds, his ragged sleeves hanging down. He can't see. If he could be operated on for his blindness, why, he didn't have the money to do it. Perhaps they couldn't do nothing for him, the doctors, because I guess it was too far for them, and especially in them days. So he was shivering.


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