<TITLE>26. Par 87-89</TITLE>L-87 Over here in Illinois, I was walking in one time to a--a--a museum. And I seen an old Negro there, just a little white rim around his head of hair. He had his hat in his hand, looking around everywhere. He got up at something; he stopped; the tears rolled down his cheeks. I seen him saying his prayer. I watched him a little bit. I walked over to him. I patted him on the shoulder. I said, "Uncle. I'm a reverend." I said, "I would like to ask you one thing." I said, "What excited you to make you pray?"
He said, "Come here, parson." Said, "Look at there."
And I couldn't see nothing, I said, "Just a woman's dress."
He said, "But you see that blood on there?"
I said, "Yes."
He said, "That's the blood of Abraham Lincoln." Said, "There's a scar here on my side from a slave belt." He said, "That blood taken a slave belt off of me. Wouldn't it excite you too?"
I put my arm around him. I said, "If the blood of Abraham Lincoln would excite and stir a slave to emotion from coming off the slave belt, what ought the Blood of Jesus Christ preached under the power of the Holy Ghost, do to the Church of the living God?" Yes. Certainly. It's true.
Men of vision, men who understand, men who take God at His Word... We've got to do that, friend. We must believe God and act like Christians.

L-88 One time when the slaves was being sold, they'd go around swap slaves and so forth. And that's what you are tonight, many of you here. Many of you though the city and though the country, are nothing but church slaves, nothing but slaves to Christianity, when you should be free. Amen. That's right.
One time there was an old buyer come through on a big plantation down below the place where I lived. Years and years ago I heard the story. And there was a bunch of slaves. And they were so weary. They were away from home. They didn't know what to do. They knowed they'd never be going back. The Dutch brought over here and sold them for slaves. They was away from Africa. Their friends were over there and their loved ones. They could never go back no more. They were so downcast. They just had to drive them. Many times they'd take whips and whip them and everything to make them work.
And they noticed one young fellow there, you didn't have to whip him. His shoulders was up. You'd whip him; he wouldn't pay no attention it, walk on like that. And he was always in a big way, trying to encourage the rest of them.
So the buyer said, "I'd like to buy that slave."
He said, "He's not for sale."
He said, "Why is it?" Said, "Why is it he's so encouraged? And why is he so courageous?" Said, "Why is it that he's different from the rest of them." Said, "Did you make him a boss over the rest of them?"
He said, "No." Said, "He's just a slave."
Said, "Did you feed him a little better than you feed the rest of them?"
Said, "No, he's just a slave."
Said, "What makes him act like that?"
Said, "I wondered myself, till I one day, I found out. He is the son of the king of the tribe. And though he's an alien, away from home, he still conducts himself as--as a king's son, to keep up the rest of the them."

L-89 Men and women, we are alienate--alien here on this earth; we're aliens; we're pilgrims and strangers. Our God and our Christ is on the other side, and we're sons and daughters of the King. We ought to be conducting ourselves, not in gambling, not in smoking, not in drinking, not in picture shows, and television programs, and scandal, and lies, and carrying on. We should conduct ourselves as sons and daughters of God, walking with our heads up, living in the Light of the King. Yes, sir. It's yours if you want it. It's yours if you believe that you have to have it. It's yours tonight.


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