<TITLE>22. Par 85-87</TITLE>L-85 And he was just mean. So one year when I went up there, he had him a little whistle. And he could toot that little whistle and cry just like a baby fawn. I never heard anything so to impersonate, or to mimic, in my life. And I said, "Burt, you're not going use that, are you?"
Said, "Aw, go on, preacher." Said, "That's what's the matter with you guys; you're too chicken-hearted."
I said, "Burt, shame on you; you wouldn't do that."
We went on into the woods, and we hunted practically half the day or more, hadn't seen tracks or nothing. And we stooped down; there was a little opening. And I noticed him reach in his pocket and get this little whistle. I thought, "Oh, no, you won't do that." And he let out a little scream, sounded like a little old baby fawn crying. And all of a sudden, right across the place, a great, big, beautiful doe raised up (that's a mother dear). She raised up, I seen those great big graceful ears, big brown eyes. She wasn't thirty yards from me. Burt looked up to me and smiled. And I thought, "Oh, Burt, don't do that. You're not going to do that."

L-86 And I could see her walking out there, her head up, pretty animal. What was it? What was making her walk out there? Something in her, a mother's love; a baby had cried. She walked out into the open. She wouldn't have done it for nothing, otherwise. But what was it? The strain was on. She was a mother. She couldn't help it. A baby was crying, and a mother instinct in her led her out. She was trying to find that baby. I seen Burt take and shove this lever back, turn the shell into the barrel, level up with his rifle. Oh, he was a dead shot. I thought, "O, God, don't let him do that." My, that mother out there, displaying that love like that, how can he do it? And when the--the lever had clicked down on there, the bolt action on the rifle went down, I seen him level that down, the cross hair of that scope, right across the heart of that mother. I knowed within seconds he'd blow her heart plumb out of her.
And I thought, "Oh, how can you do it? How can he do that?" And I thought, "Oh, I--I don't want to see it."

L-87 And after while, just in a second, the mother doe spotted the hunter. She startled. She throwed her big head up. Did she run? No. Why? There was a baby in trouble. She must find that baby. Though her heart would be blowed out, she must find that baby. It was in trouble. Why? It wasn't something she was putting on like the church is trying to do. It was something in her. She was a mother. She had to find that baby. She start walking out, her eyes on that hunter. And I seen that barrel come down. And I thought, "O, God..." I just turned my head a few minutes. I didn't hear the rifle fire. I thought, "What's the matter? Wonder what's happened." I turned to look. And when I did, I seen the rifle barrel going like this.
He turned around and he looked at me. He threw the rifle on the ground; he grabbed me by the hand, and said, "Billy, I've had enough of it. I can't stand it no more." He said, "Billy, pray that God will give me a Christian heart like you got. I don't want to be like this." And right there on that ground I led that cold-hearted man to a loving Spirit of Jesus Christ. Why? What happened? What happened? Because it's...?... He looked over it. What happened? Because he seen the display of the real genuine love.
And, brother, sister, what the church needs today is the display, not put-on, not an intellectual education, but a display, a display of the real love of God in our heart.


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