<TITLE>07. Par 24-26</TITLE>L-24 And now, usually I would've dared to start fighting at them and running. I know this seems childish; it may seem not even sensible, but it is the truth. Instead of being afraid of those things, I thought, "Poor little creatures, I disturbed you." And instead of hating them, there was a sympathy in my heart for them. I wish I could have that all the time. If it would, I'd be a different person.
And the hornets was all around me, so I begin to think, "You know what, they are little creatures that has been created by God, and they have a right to live in their house. They have no intelligence to reason like I do, and I run this mower in there; and the only protection they have is their stinger to get me out of the way." Look at it sensible.
So I... They was all around me, and I stopped. And here's the truth. You may not think that I'm very intelligent, which I'm not after this, but this is true. I said to those little hornets; I said, "You little creatures of God, I am the servant of God, and I am in a hurry. His sick children are coming and going; and I disturbed you, and I'm sorry that I did it. Now, in the Name of Jesus Christ, our Creator, go back into your house; I won't bother you any more." And brother, sister, when I meet you at the judgment bar, them hornets all taken single file, and flew around me, and went right straight back into the nest while I was standing there. That's right.

L-25 Oh, it was God. You see, but before it happened I had to love. I don't say this to hurt the feeling of the Mexican people who's present, for God knows that I've had some of my best meetings with the Mexican people. I shall never forget the little Spanish choir that used to try to sing "Only Believe" for me, when Brother Garcia had a church up here somewhere in Phoenix, when I first come here. I shall never forget that little familiar, "Gloria a Dios." or whatever it is, that they're saying, "Glory to God."
And I was down in Mexico a few months ago. And by the way my next meeting is with the Mexican people on the west coast. And I was in Mexico, Brother Moore, Brother Brown, and Brother Arganbright, and many of the brethren, we were on the platform, and my heart was breaking where a little dead baby had been raised from the dead; laying in the mothers arms, it died at three o'clock in the evening; this is nine o'clock, it raining. And all up and down that platform piled that high was just great big ricks of old shawls and everything, that they wanted me to pray over.

L-26 And then who coming to the platform was a poor old, dusty looking Mexican man. His hair was gray, and the wrinkles was deep in his face. He was barefooted, and his trousers were ragged off way up. His coat was almost gone. The gray whiskers on his face and above all that, he was blind.
When I seen that poor old man come up to me, and I thought, "You know, he'd be just about the age of my daddy." I thought, "How cruel that fate has been to him. The man probably never had a good decent meal in his life." I put my foot up beside of his to see if my shoes would fit him; I was going to give him my shoes. I looked at his shoulders, and he was far wider than I; I was going to give him my coat. It--it was to small.
Then I happened to think: "I can't give him my shoes; I can't give him my coat." And how do I know that them old wrinkled hands trying to get a little prayer beads out to run over a prayer bead. And I said, "Brother that's not necessary. Put them back in your pocket." And the interpreter told him.


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