<TITLE>13. Par 43-45</TITLE>L-43 A Mr. Moore, friend of mine, one of my campaign managers, his wife, going through menopause, a doctor, nothing against the doctor, or his medicine, certainly not; but give her a shot in the spine, and they called the minister home during the time that Mr. Coe was peeping through the bars. And the doctor had to put his mouth against her mouth, and blow breath into her lungs till they got her to a pulmotor, and called Eisenhower's heart doctor to find out how to counteract that shot. And now, hundreds of times...
Standing in a room the other day, waiting for a patient, not this one... But medicine... Medical men coming out of the operation, not knowing that I was back in that corner behind the door, praying, said, "Well, we did it, didn't we?"
"Yeah!"
Said, "I hate it, but there ain't nothing we could do. That operation was too high." There you are. Patient died, just in a few minutes from a wrong cut.
You didn't see that in the paper. Certainly not, it was a mistake in the name of medical science. Which now, I'm not condemning medical science; it's all right. But what I'm trying to say, "Why hammer on Christ and let the rest of them alone?" If one can't be trusted, then the other can't be trusted.

L-44 Watch the resurrection. And weigh all that comes out of the graveyards. You say, "How many of you died trusting God? How many of you died, trusting medical science?" And see how it would out weigh. Certainly.
But just as soon... They're looking for every little thing. "This is not right. This--this is phony. This is that." Just because it's Christ... The world belongs to the devil. And the Bible plainly says that every kingdom on the earth is ruled by the devil. Jesus Christ recognized that and said so. So we're not exception.
Just look at the wickedness. Just look what's taking place, them trying to find fault, trying to... And they never... Let that poor old blind woman give her testimony of the glory of God. You see a little bitty place, if you paid for it, in the back of the paper about that big. Sure, she's a colored woman to begin with. See? She'd be way back in the back of the page somewhere.
But let me tell you, sister, if you're setting here. Your name might not be on "Who's who," but I believe it's on the Lamb's of Life. And I'd rather have it there, than all the pomp of the world. For one day we've got to leave here. What good does that do then unless we're recognized there?
Just as impossible as it is, is for an automobile to run without gasoline, it's more impossible for you to ever get to heaven without being born again. It just won't work; there's nothing to work with it.

L-45 So the blind beggar screamed. No matter what they said, "Some of them said, "Oh, that fogy, that faker, there's nothing to Him. You priest will put you out of the church."
"I don't care. Jesus Thou Son of David, have mercy on me. Have mercy on me."
"He can't hear you now; He's too far."
"But oh, Jehovah."
Jesus stopped. Something touched Him. He looked around. Looked over there, and He seen a pair of little old bony hands up in the air, said, "Bring him here. Bring him here."
Said, "Son, thy faith has saved thee."
I can see him say, "What?"
"Thy faith has saved thee." Turned around, went walking on. That was enough.


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