<TITLE>13. Par 46-49</TITLE>L-46 But he'd shoot the fawns, just to make me holler at him. And one year when I went up to hunt, he'd made a little old whistle. And he could make that whistle go on just like a little fawn crying. And I said, "Burt, are you going to use that?"
He said, "Aw, preacher, get next to yourself."
And when we're in the woods a couple days later, we come to a little opening. The snow was off of the opening where the sun had come...?... drift to the woods. And he set down there and blew this whistle, sounded like a little fawn making a cry. And listen now closely.
And when he blew the whistle, what appeared on the other side but a beautiful big doe, a mother deer. Oh, she looked so graceful: her big brown eyes a looking, her ears sticking up. And she walked out towards the clearing. Why? She was a mother. A baby had cried. Where was it? It was in trouble. A mother, a mother's love calling...

L-47 And I watched this man pull back the lever and throw a shell into the rifle. I thought, "Oh, Burt, you're not going to do that." And I seen him, as a dead shot, raising his rifle, placing the cross hairs on her heart, setting his shoulder for the recoil of the rifle.
And that big doe and the gallant display of heroism walked out, tramping, looking, and she spied the hunter. I said, "Oh, how..." I thought, "How could you do it, Burt?" She was looking for that baby. Though she knew that that rifle would take her life in a few moments, it didn't bother her. There was something in her, Her nature, she was a mother. Didn't made any difference whether she died or not, the baby was in trouble. She was looking down the rifle barrel. The baby's in trouble... She seen the hunter and the gun raised, but where was the baby? She walked on into the opening. I said, "Oh, God, please; oh, don't let him do it. How can he do that?"

L-48 And as I was praying, I noticed the gun didn't fire: very quick shot. I looked back, and as I saw him with his gun, and the gun barrel was shaking. I looked at him. He turned around and tears was rolling down his cheeks. He laid his gun down in the grass, and run over there, and he said, "Billy, I've had enough of it. I can't do it. Billy, pray for my sinful soul." What was it? He saw a display of real mother love that would walk in the face of death because a baby was in trouble.
People, God is looking for men and women who has the love of God in their hearts, who can walk in the face of death itself, and call those things which are not as though they were, 'cause God said so, the love of God in their hearts. Let's pray.

L-49 While our heads is bowed and everyone praying please. I feel constrained at this time to do something. I'm going to ask you a real sincere question. If you're not a Christian, or you have professed Christ, and you've never made a real stand, aren't you kind of ashamed of your confession? Though you've belonged to the church for many years, but you really never have been borned again. You've never... You've kind of listened to the creed of the church, and never listened to the Holy Spirit, wooing you, teaching you to come to Christ, and you would like to step out tonight as a real hero and show your display of real gallant love for Christ...
While your heads are bowed and Christians are praying, I wonder if you'd just raise up your hand, not to me the preacher, but to God, and say, "God, tonight in my heart I now raise my hand. I want to be full of Your love that I can display your love to the world as an example of Christ. Take me tonight and fill me with the Holy Spirit. Forgive my sins and make me a new creature."


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