<TITLE>05. Par 13-16</TITLE>L-13 And then there's another little door. It's called the door to selfishness. Oh, how we like to guard that little door with a padlock. "I'll go down if there's anything in it for me, or if it's for me and my church, or for me and my denomination. I'll be willing to go if I get anything out of it." That's selfish. You ought to open that door and let Jesus come in. Oh, it's an important door.
Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I only mean to be honest. And then there's a little door that's found in the heart of both men and women; it's a little door of pride. And in that you'll say, "Come in, Lord. I'll join your church, and I'll--I'll pay my tithings. I'll help by the widow some coal, buy the orphan some food or some clothes. But I just don't want to surrender my pride. I think I'm just a little bit better than so-and-so." Jesus can't be Ruler then of your being.

L-14 "I would go down to that certain church. It's a little mission. I hear they're having a revival. But I couldn't let my society know that I mixed up with that group of people. Sometimes the devils even said they were holy-rollers." Oh, how that hurts your pride. "I just couldn't open that door, Lord." Then He can't be Ruler and Lord if you keep your door closed.
And sometime I've been guilty of having said to the ladies, that in the summertime they don't dress nice, with their little, immoral-looking clothes on. I know you say they--they sell them. Yes, and they sell arsenic too.
Oh, you want to look like the Joneses. You want to act like your neighbor. But God wants you to act like His child and get away from that pride. The pride door, what a horrible thing it is, to know that you profess to be a Christian and then keeping the door closed on Him.

L-15 A little story, I perhaps have told you. But in the early days of the slaves in the South there was... They'd go by and buy those people and make slaves out of them. And they were sad, because they're away from their home, and they just simply couldn't feel good no more. They'd never go back home. And they were whipped around and beat around, till the people were all down in spirit. And one day a slave buyer came by, and he was buying some slaves at a plantation.

L-16 Oh, he noticed one of those men, a young fellow standing straight, his chin up, and they never had to whip him. He was right on the job. So the slave buyer said, "Let me have the--that slave. I'll give you your price for him."
And the owner said, "But he's not for sale."
He said, "What makes him so much different from the other slaves? Is he a boss?"
Said, "No, he's just a slave."
Said, "Do you feed him different from the other slaves?"
Said, "No, he eats in the galley with the rest of the slaves."
Said, "Then maybe perhaps that he's treated a little better."
"No, he's just treated like the rest of the slaves."
Said, "What makes him so much different than then from the other slaves?"
He said, "I wondered for a long time myself. But I found out one day, that over in the homelands his father is a king of the tribe. And yet, him being an alien away from home, he still knows that he's a king's son, and he conducts himself like one."


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