<TITLE>18. Par -</TITLE>L-285-468 But what does it? See, maybe you think that when you walked down to the altar, you and hubby, said that we take each other to be a lawful wedded wife and live together in a holy state of this matrimony, and the graces of God and so forth, and all your testimony you give, and your pledge you made... First thing you know, begin to notice, both of you. He was straight, and the hair shiny; and mama and her pretty, little brown eyes, or blue eyes, or whatever it was... Oh, how you looked at her. You walked out; you looked at dad, how, straight them shoulders back; and after while they begin to droop. Mama will get gray-headed, arthritis set in and so forth, and after while, gone she went, or away he went.
What was it? When God seen you standing there, He said, "That's it; that's the way I want you. All right, death, you come on, but you can't take them till I let you."

L-286-470 Oh, I think of Job. Yes, God was looking down; Job knew that God loved him. (And notice. He cannot take you.) He said, "You got him at your hands, but you don't take his life."
And then the first thing you know, shoulders begin to stoop, and after while you were gone. What was it happened?
Now, in the resurrection there won't be one thing that symbols death. There can't be one thing that symbols this earth, of what... See, you were coming up by the will of God; you had life. Then death set in, take you down. Eating the same food and everything, drinking the same kind of water, everything, but death set in. But the picture's already set. Hallelujah. In the resurrection you'll be life again. And there'll be no death, or no resemblance of death, or old age, or cripples, or anything. Immortal, we'll stand in His likeness, perfected forever. Hallelujah. Oh, I... That'd make anybody shout, especially when you get my age.

L-286-473 My age is, I guess, when you think of it more than ever. You're just at that changing over type. You see the... You--you begin to wonder, "What's it's all about? What have I done?" I look back down here; I think, "My, goodness; well, where's it gone to, Lord? Here I am forty-eight years old. Two more years I'll be a half a hundred. Whew. I've only..."
Just look at the few souls I've won. I want to win millions and millions of more. God, help me. I get ashamed of myself even to come home on a vacation, to think, "Oh, the harvest is ripe, and laborers are few. Millions in sin and shame are dying every day; listen to their call." I go to bed there at night and hear them poor little heathens a-screaming yonder in the land. How they come by the thousands, pulling after me, and--and standing out there at the airport where they had to have the militia out there to keep them back, just to hear the story of Jesus Christ.

L-287-475 And here we can beg them, and advertise in the paper and everything else, and get the very finest places for them to set down, the best entertainment with fine singing, they'll come and "Oh, well, I guess that was all right; don't belong to my faith though."
Then...?... My, though, how--how long can it last today? It isn't right. And here we are raking off hundreds of billions of tons of food into the garbage can, and them people would gladly receive it. And they're creatures of the earth the same as we are. My, we... Well, that can't last like that too long.


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