<TITLE>14. Par 48-51</TITLE>L-48 Not long ago I was standing down in Nashville, Tennessee, at a museum. And I was watching some different things. I love art. God's in art. God's in music. And I was watching the art, and I seen two young men standing there, and was given the analysis of the worth of a man's body weighing a hundred and fifty pounds. You know how much your worth? Eighty-four cents. That's right. And as I said this morning, you put a twenty-five dollar hat on eighty-four cents to protect it, five hundred dollar mink coat over eighty-four cents to protect it. Sure.
Oh, if you'd see a spider in your soup, you'd condemn that restaurant and set over at the Chamber of Commerce, and you'd write it up in the paper. Sure, you're wanting that eighty-four cents, but let the devil cram anything he wants to down that soul of yours, that's worth ten thousand worlds.

L-49 And with these two young man standing there looking... You just got about enough whitewash to sprinkle a hen's nest, and a few things, the calcium's in you, and so forth. One looked over to the other, and he said, "John, we're not worth very much are we?"
I thought I'd stand, and I put my hand on him. I said, "But young man, you got a soul in you that's worth ten thousand worlds, that Jesus Christ died to redeem." Certainly.

L-50 I was amazed here some time ago in Illinois, going to a little place and there was a--a museum. I was looking through it. And I seen an old colored man. He had just a little rim of hair. He was walking through this place, looking around. And all at once he stopped; his eyes looked over again, and he started weeping. He wept for a few moments. Then I seen him bow his head and begin offering a prayer. Watched him for a little while, thought, "What shocked the old fellow. Well, I believe I'll find out."
Looked over again, and wiped his eyes. He's old, real old. I said, "How do you do, uncle?"
He looked over and said, "How do you do?"
I said, "I'm a minister of the Gospel, and I would like to ask you a question. I saw you praying. Why were you praying?"
Said, "Come here." I went over and looked. Said, "Looky there."
I said, "What's that, the dress?"
He said, "But that stain on there is the blood of Abraham Lincoln." He said, "White man, there's still a mark around my waist here where a slave belt was one time." He said, "That blood taken that slave belt off of me. Would it excite you?"
If that would excite a colored man by taking a slave belt, what ought the Blood of Jesus Christ do to a believer, when you can pass the barroom, the gambling hall, and the things of the world, and know you are free, your heart's beating in line with God's Word, knowing that someday you're going home. Wouldn't it excite anyone? It's an excitable thing.

L-51 I'm amazed sometimes as I go through the southland. I heard of a story that was told me. In the days when they were buying those slaves, there was a--a buyer would go forth and buy them men, just exactly like you buy on a used car lot today, human beings. And he would buy a bunch here, and buy a bunch over there. So he come by a great plantation where there was many slaves. And he wanted to buy a bunch.
And he found out there was one young man there that was a different from the other men. Now, they were away from home. I preached to them in Africa. And I know they're traits and so forth. And when they... The--the Dutch went over, and got them, and brought them here, and sold them for slaves. And they were away from homes; they were disheartened. They had lot of things, and home, and their loved ones. They'd never go home again. They was a slave. They were out of their country. And they--they didn't have no courage to work or nothing, and they'd take whips and whip them. And they'd cry, "Pull on."


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