<TITLE>07. Par 26-29</TITLE>L-26 And that's a very good type of the devil. You take a beautiful woman, or a handsome young man, that's the very prey for the sins of this world. Just to prey a little innocent boy of sixteen or seventeen, or a little girl, just a prey to the devil to feast on.
Those wild dogs lay in ambush. I seen it in Africa. I seen it in other countries. And they jump on these little deer. The first thing they do is try to break this string behind their legs. Then they can't run. We call it, in a hunter's voice, "hamstring" them.
And then, if he ca--cannot grab them there, he grabs them by the throat, jerks the jugular vein loose. It bleeds to death just in a moment. Then there's a flank in the deer. And he will run and jerk his teeth into that. And if he's a big heavy dog, and a small deer, he can throw that deer on the ground from the flank. He's got him in mid-center, and it swings the deer off his feet. As the dog grabs it and throws hisself over, he throws the deer to the ground. And they go right in and just tear that little fellow to pieces.

L-27 Many times the mouth of flesh pulls out, and the deer is so quick, and can maneuver his little body so fast, that sometimes he can get away then. When the dogs are rolling, before he can get up, the deer can get away.
But if there's any hunters here, that knows that a wounded deer's got to find water right now. And I could imagine seeing the little deer with the blood running out of him; he's watching; he's panting; he's looking for the water brook. If that deer can get to that water, he will live.
I've trailed them a many times. When they cross the creek and drink, run down the creek a little piece, run up on the hill, cross back and get some more water; he will just keep on running as long as he can get water. But if he doesn't get water, he will perish.

L-28 That's what David said, "My soul's thirsting after You, like the hart. I'm must have You, God, or perish."
And tonight to this sinful world who's been bitten by the mad dogs of hell, with all of this modern jazz music, and dirty televisions programs cracking jokes and so forth like that, you're mad dog bit. You're trying to quench that thirst with stagnated waters of the devil. May your heart become so thirsty that you must find Christ or die.
"The deer as he thirsts for the water brook, so my soul thirsts after Thee, O God." Just take a drink from there. You'll never have to hear another sermon on morals, how to dress, and how to act, and how to conduct yourself.

L-29 Sometime ago in the south, there was a slave buyer went by. They used to buy slaves like you would automobiles, human beings, sell them. And there was a man who'd go by, a broker. He'd buy so many slaves from this man and so many from this one, and he would take them and sell them, make profit.
One day he came to a great plantation, and the slaves coming from the homeland from Africa, they were weary. And they--they'd have to whip them to make them work. And this broker noticed on this plantation, there was one young man with his chin up, his shoulders back, you didn't have to whip him. He was just up and at it at all times.
The broker said to the owner, "Let me buy that slave."
The owner said, "He's not for sale."
Well said, "What makes him so much different than the other slaves? Is he a boss?"
Said, "No, he's not a boss. He's just a slave."
Said, "Maybe you feed him just a little different than you do the other slaves."
Said, "No, he eats out in the galley with the rest of them."
And the broker said then, said, "What makes him so much different than the other slaves?"
And the owner said, "I wondered about that myself till I found out." He said, "I found out that over in the homeland in Africa, that boy is the son of the king. Though he's a native, he conducts himself as a king's son. He helps the moral--morales of the rest of the slaves, because knowing, though he's away from home, he's the son of a king, and he acts like a son of a king."


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