<TITLE>14. Par 47-49</TITLE>L-47 Will you raise your hand, say, "By this, God, I give You my sign." God bless you, young man. God bless you, young lady. God bless you, and you, and you, and you. Oh, that's wonderful. God bless you, sir. God bless you. Up in the balcony, is there one up there? God bless you, young lady. God bless you, sister. Yes, that's very fine.
Now, the Lord knows. Oh, when He sees that gallant display, when He sees you... Is there another before we ask prayer? Would there another? God bless you. That's fine. That's good. God bless you, young lady. God bless you back there, lady. God bless you, sir. Someone else, say "I'm by this..." God bless you, sister. God bless you down there, the aged lady. God bless you. That's wonderful.
"I do believe." Oh, God bless you, brother. That's good. "I now want to raise my hand to my Maker and say, 'God, I--I love You.'" God bless you here, the colored sister. I see your hand too. Oh, when you raise... "Will that mean any..." Yes, it will, brother. When...
And now you be a real hero. When you leave this building you be a hero. You go out and do something for the Lord Jesus. Don't you all want to do that? How many of you all together wants to do that, say "Amen." [Congregation says, "Amen."--Ed.]
Listen, here sometime ago... You all know I love to hunt. I'm a hunter, not to kill the game, but just to get into the woods to be alone. Immediately on leaving this meeting I've got to go. And I want to tell you something. One time up here in northern Maine or New Hampshire... Just before we close the meeting now and pray for these people...

L-48 I was... I love hunting so well. And I used to go with a man, and he was the most cruelest man. Oh, he was heartless. He'd just kill little fawns, and does, and everything he could get a hold of, and illegal and everything. And I said, "You shouldn't do that, Burt."
And he--he let on, said, "Preacher, you're too tender-hearted. That's the way with you guys. You're too tender-hearted."
And one day he made hisself a little whistle. And he could make that go just like a little fawn crying, a little--little bitty baby deer crying. And one day while we were hunting together, he blew this whistle like a little deer crying. And when he did, right out across a little opening, a beautiful doe stepped forward. Her big, brown eyes flashed; her nostrils was up; her ears peaked together; she stepped out into the open.
I was standing behind him. I said, "Don't do it, Burt. Don't do it." He raised his gun with the hammer back on it. Through the sights of his rifle he caught the doe's heart to shoot her. She heard that baby scream. And she didn't know what to do. She was coming to the baby's rescue. Where was that baby in trouble?

L-49 And just then Burt raised up to take the deadly shot. And as he raised up, that doe looked at him. She spotted him. That didn't--that didn't stop her. Death didn't stop her. There was a baby in trouble. She was looking for that baby who had cried, that baby in distress.
And I watched him, and as I watched him standing close to me, I was praying for him, for I loved the man, yet he was cruel in his heart, but inside of him I knowed is just like all men. Sometimes you make a big front but right down at the bottom, buddy, there's something real. You were born to be a son of God.
Then as I watched him as he drew his sights, took his aim, and leveled down at the doe's heart, I noticed his hands shaking. I noticed his head begin to move. He dropped the gun. He ran around to me and threw his arms around me and said, "Billy, pray for me. I've had enough of it. I can't stand it no longer."


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