<TITLE>18. Par 71-75</TITLE>L-71 And a buyer came by a certain place, a great plantation, and was buying some slaves. And he noticed a young slave there had his chest out.
All of them, they were very--very much disturbed, weary. They had been brought from their homeland, captured way over in another country that they didn't know, a different people, not their own people, but a--a different people, speaking a different language, acting different from what their men did, and their people in their tribes. They knowed they would never go back to the homeland again. So they were sad, and they wouldn't work. And they'd have to great big whips and take them out, and whip them like that, to make them work, because they were always sad. They were away from home.

L-72 But not this young man, stuck his chest out, snappy, ready any time. That buyer said, "Let me buy that man."
He said, "Oh, no. He's not for sale."
He said, "Well, I never seen a slave act like that."
He said, "He's a dandy."
He said, "I'll give you so much more than four or five slaves would cost."
He said, "He's not for sale."
He said, "Well, what makes him act so much...? Is he the boss over the rest of them?"
Said, "No."

L-73 Said, "Maybe you feed him better than you do the rest of them."
Said, "No, they all eat out there in the galley together." Said, "He's... I don't feed him any different; he's no boss; he's just simply a slave."
But said, "What makes him act different from the rest of them?"
Said, "I didn't know that for a while." But said, "You know, one day I found out that his father is a king of the tribe. And yet, though he's an alien and away from home, he keeps the morale of the rest of them up, for he knows that he's a kings' son."
I thought, "O God, though we be alienated here in a dark world amongst unbelief, and skeptics, and infidels, and scoffers, and laughters, brother, stick out your chest. We're sons and daughters of the King. Let's act like men and women of the Kingdom of God. Though we're an alien, let's act like sons and daughters of God.

L-74 One time Daniel Curry, a well known minister, about a hundred and fifty year ago, the middle eastern the United States, was a sainted man. And one day he had a vision that he died. And he went up to the gate, and he knocked at the gate. And the man come out to the gate to--takes care of heaven. He said, "I'm Daniel Curry, Reverend Daniel Curry, the evangelist." He said, "I have won thousand of souls to Christ." Said, "May I come in today? My life is finished on earth."

L-75 The man said, "Just a moment." He looked around, said, "What's your name?"
He said, "Reverend Daniel Curry."
He looked around, said, "I don't even see that name nowhere."
"Oh," he said, "sir, you must be mistaken; you must be." Said, "I won thousand of souls." He said, "I'm an evangelist."
He said, "Sir, here is the Book, and I have no record of you being here." Said, "You might appeal your case to the white throne judgment."
Oh, he said, "Sir..."
He said, "That's the only thing I can tell you." Said, "Do you want to appeal your case?"
He said, "I have no choice. I... If you have not my name, I must appeal."


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