<TITLE>11. Par 41-43</TITLE>L-41 So we'd hunted several hours and hadn't found nothing; we come to a little clearing spot, and he stooped down there by the snow, took out this little whistle to blow it. I stood right behind him, looking at him. And he got down and got this little whistle, and he cried with it, made a sound like a little baby fawn squealing. And when he did, just across the way, a great big mother doe (that's the mother deer) raised up. Oh, I noticed Burt duck his head down. I seen her with those great big, brown eyes; oh, she was a beautiful animal. Those big ears, they're so pretty, sticking out like that; she was looking around.
What was it? She was a mother; that's what she was. A baby was crying. She was a mother; by her nature she was a mother. The baby was crying. Where is it? She walked out, and when she come out of the bushes into the clear, I could see the big veins. Wasn't over thirty or forty yards, and that Burt was a dead shot. I see him take the bolt on that rifle and pull up a shell into the magazine, up into the barrel. I noticed him, as he leveled those strong arms out, that cross hair across the heart of that doe.

L-42 Here she come walking out, looking; she was a mother. She was watching every footstep. A baby somewhere was in trouble. I thought, "Oh, Burt, surely you're not going to shoot that deer." And I noticed him leveling that hand. I turned my head; I couldn't look at it. And I looked back, and I seen the mother deer had spotted him. When the click of the rifle went down, the bolt, pulled the shell in the barrel and locked it, the mother deer heard that. She turned her big head; she throwed those ears pointed. She looked at the hunter, that cross hair laying across her heart. Just a few minutes and her heart would be blowed plumb out of her.
But did she notice it? No, sir, there was a baby in trouble. She moved on out, slowly, with those ears and eyes watching that hunter, but looking for that baby. She couldn't help it; she was a mother, that was her nature. I thought, "Oh, Burt, don't do that." I was standing like this. I thought, "God, please don't let him destroy that mother. He doesn't need that deer like that." And I was praying; I'd listen any minute to be shocked when the great blast of that .30-06  fired.

L-43 But I noticed I didn't hear the gun go off. And when I turned to look, the rifle barrel was going like this. He dropped the rifle on the ground, and turned around, grabbed me by the hand, he said, "Billy, I've had enough of it. I just can't do it." He said, "I want to know about that Jesus that you know so much of...?..."
There by the grace of God that cruel-hearted hunter, after seeing that display of real genuine love, it tore the heart out of the hunter. The love that the mother deer was displaying, she couldn't help that; she was a mother. Let me tell you, brothers and sisters, when the people who belong to the church of the living God will display the real Christian love, it'll conquer more sinners than all the other things you can put together.
That's what you need. No matter what takes place, if you don't love the Lord Jesus, O God, be merciful.


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