<TITLE>10. Par 38-40</TITLE>L-38 But, oh, my dear precious friend, turn your head and look this way, God said, standing there, said, "This is my beloved Son; hear ye Him." There's the remedy. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious Blood shall never lose Its power, till all the ransomed church of God be sinned to--saved to sin no more. Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save. When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Jesus represented God's love. "God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son." Moses is justice--or is law, His magnifying glass, His body of officers to throw you in jail because you sinned. Elijah represented the one who called fire on you when you're in jail. That's God's justice. Moses throwed you in jail, and Elijah called the fire from heaven and burnt you up.
But Jesus was the Redeemer, God's love for you. Oh, Christians, that's the Gospel; that's the power of God. "Hear ye Him." Moses cannot save you; He can. Moses cannot heal you; He can. Elijah, none of the rest of them can do anything for you; He can. Moses cannot raise you up on the day, neither can Elijah, but Jesus can. God said, "Hear ye Him." He's the One. What we need today, brother, sister, is more real, genuine, Christian love displayed among believers.

L-39 The world's a looking for something today. When your little wife told you she'd be your sweetheart and wife, she was looking for somebody to love her. And when you promised your husband, he was looking for somebody when he come in tired and weary from working all day, some little wife to put her arms around him and kindy brush his hair back, and tell him how much she loved him.
That's what causes separation in families, is the neglect of love. That's what causes the separation in churches: neglect of love. We've got to have love.
Sometime ago... As you know, I'm a hunter. I went up to the north woods; I usually hunt up there. And one year I got acquainted with the man up there, which was a nice man, but a cruel-hearted fellow. He was a good hunter, a good tracker, but he was the brutalest guy I ever seen amongst wild animals. He would just shoot little old fawns just to see them fall. And that used to get all over me, where I was a game warden. I'm still a conservationist. I don't believe in killing the little things. If the law said you can have one, that's all right.

L-40 Abraham eat a calf. God eat the calf with him. That's all right. But if the law just requires one, take one. But Burt would just take about eight or ten just to be mean. Well, I would go on to him; I said, "Burt, what makes you do that?"
"Aw," he said, "Billy, you're just chicken-hearted like the rest of the preachers."
I said, "Burt, it isn't chicken-hearted; it's the principle that's involved."
"Oh," he said, "that's the way with you preachers."
And one year I went on out there, he had made hisself a little old whistle, and it sounded just exactly like a little baby fawn crying for its mama. And he blowed it for me before he left the camp, and I said, "Burt, you're not going to use that."
"Aw," he said, "go on, get next to yourself preacher."


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