<TITLE>08. Par 26-29</TITLE>L-26 Notice, then, a lukewarm preacher, or a believer, so many tonight is in the same way. They're with the crowd. If they're in the crowd, they'll do as the crowd does. Next they make their way back to church.
Here some time ago a young man told me, said, "Preacher, I'm not a Christian." He said, "I'm ashamed to admit it."
I said, "Now, there's hope for you when you're ashamed to admit it."
He said, "I'm not a Christian. I'm ashamed to admit it." But said, "I took a certain girl the other night. A boy, another had now, and she was so drunk she couldn't hardly get in. And we walked her, and give her saltwater to vomit it up. She had to be sober enough to attend church the next morning." And said, "If you wait, they'll come out, get another bottle, and they'll be on the road again." And she was a singing in the choir. And her sister taught Sunday school, and wasn't any better.

L-27 No wonder when we got a bunch of infidels and skeptics, and half-believers, and make-believers, and everything else. The church needs an old fashion, Holy Ghost, God-sent revival, and preachers to get in the pulpit and call the things out. That's right. Let the righteous wrath of God rain down through old fashion, hell fire and brimstone preaching. Too bad they ever got away with it, and sissified it. When the Holy Spirit left the man, he didn't know no better. What we need's a returning of the Holy Spirit. Yes, sir.
Now, borderline...

L-28 Here some time ago, a young lady right in our city, everybody thought lots of her. There was a little old girl went up there to the church. She had long hair, and slicked her hair like back...?... Her--her face that was just about as slick as a peeled onion, I guess. But she was really a genuine Christian, born again.
So this little old girl went to a modernistic affair down there. She met her on the street. She said, "Lois, you know what?" Said, "You'd be a pretty girl if you'd just use a little of this, and a little of that, and if you'd wear this kind of clothes and that kind of clothes."
She said, "I wear just exactly what I want to wear." Amen. Oh, that was telling her.
She said, "The trouble of it is, is that man, my preacher, pastor, Billy, you got up there." Said, "That guy ought to be in the insane institution."
And the little girl said, "Well, if you had what we have up there, you wouldn't be looking the way you're looking now." She told her about it. Yes, she was a Sunday school teacher.
Now, Mr. Perkins, a friend of mine, dear friend, at Jeffersonville, he had the em--the embalming at the Coot's undertaker chapel. And then this girl taken down sick, and they didn't know what it was. And it was venereal. And the family never let it out, because it was a disgrace. And when the girl had taken down with this disease and she started to die, she called for the pastor and the church to come and sing hymns to her. And when she was singing out there, they were, and death struck her...

L-29 If ever one time that you'll get right with God, or try to, is when death really sets in on you. And when death struck her, the pastor... She begin to kinda--begin to scream. She said, "I'm lost."
And the pastor said, "Here, here, here. You--you can't act like that." Said, "You know you're saved."
"I'm lost."
He called the doctor and put a hypo in her arm. And she told him. She said, "You deceiver." She said, "I'm lost, and I'm going to hell. And you're the cause of it."
And she said, "Send for that little Mahoney, just as quick as you can, and get her here, that she'll pray for me." But they couldn't get the girl. She'd already died.
And when Mr. Perkins told me, he said, "Billy, when I was pumping the fluid into that girl, we--we noticed that it... I began to smell it, that she was taking too much fluid for her body. And so, we had to examine her." And when they did, there was holes eat into everywhere, where the venereal disease had eat her up. And there she was, died.


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