<TITLE>11. Par -</TITLE>L-15-6 And the world today, my friends, is wanting to see people that's united with Christ to display the real genuine Spirit of Christ: gallant heroes. In closing I might say: The world is wanting to see heroes. They honor heroes; that's good. The old saying is that cowards die a million times while heroes never die.
There's a story comes to my mind. I would like to quote it to you for just a few moments. It's a story of a hero that's too often forgotten. Many of you men my age and you women, you'll remember it well in our schoolbooks.

L-16-2 It was many years ago in Switzerland. The little Swiss people had went up in the mountains and built themselves some houses. They had their o--own little economics and so forth; their little homes. And they loved them. They wasn't not a warring people; they were peaceful people.
And all at once, one time, coming into Switzerland was a great powerful army. And they were well trained man, just setting like them seats there, just like a brick wall: great shields, great spears, well trained war men. And they come marching into Switzerland to take what the Swiss had. And the Swiss to guard their homes, kissing their wives good-bye and their children and their babies, they took old pieces of scythe blades, rocks and stones, great big old clubs, and went out in the valley to meet the oncoming army.

L-16-4 And when they got gathered out there, just a little bitty handful of men, and all around them was a great marching army, what could they do? They stood hopeless, helpless, one looking at the other one; they were licked. There's no way around it. They were finished.
After while, there was a man by the name of Arnold von Winkelried. He stepped out and he said, "Men of Switzerland, over across the mountains is a little white home where my wife and three little children wait." Said, "When I kissed them good-bye this morning, I'll never see them again on this earth."
They said, "Arnold von Winkelried, what are you going to do?"
He said, "This day, I shall die for Switzerland."
"Well," they said, "Arnold von Winkelried, that will do no good. Why do you say you will die for Switzerland?"
He said, "You take what you have got, plowshares, little old sickles, sticks, and clubs, rocks," said, "you follow me. And you fight the best you can with what you've got."
Said, "What will you do?"
And he threw down his sickle (his thing that he was going to fight with), he raised up his hands, and he screamed to that big army. He looked around; he saw where the thickest of spears was. Just everyone in uniform, in number, marching them right against the mountain, on and on. Oh, that's the way the devil does it. Marching them right into the corner... He raised his hands and he screamed, "Make way for liberty," and the oncoming army wondered what. And he started running, and he screamed again, "Make way for liberty."

L-17-1 And when he got right into this great big bunch of spears where many pointed to catch him, he grabbed his arms out like this, and got a whole arm full of those spears and drew them into his bosom. Such a display of real heroism, it upset that big army, and it routed them.
Here come the Swiss with clubs and sticks and beat that army out of their nation, and they've never had a war from that time to this; because one man played the part of the hero and did what was right. That's never been exceeded and very seldom compared with as heroism. But, oh, that's such a little thing.


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