<TITLE>10. Par 43-44</TITLE>L-43 But those who are so indifferent, they see God perform miracles and do things like He done when He was here on earth, the Gospel being preached, they set and chew their chewing gum, fix their makeup on, say, "Yeah, I guess that's right." How can you escape the damnation of the wrath of God?
"Oh, you spoke with tongues," you said. So does Satan. I'm not against speaking in tongues. I know there's a real speaking in tongues, and there's a false one. Don't let the devil deceive you.
You say, "Well, I shouted and danced in the Spirit." I seen witch doctors do the same in Africa and drink blood out of a human skull. Don't think that that's 'cause you got it.
When your life tallies with Christ, that's when you've got it. "By their fruits you shall know them." And the fruits of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, goodness, meekness, gentleness, not grudges, and fusses, and fights, and stews, and arguments.
See where you got out acting like the world, living like the world, and the coming of the Lord at hand... God be merciful, children. Satisfy that thirst tonight with Christ. How cold the church has got, how it cooled off. But that compares with Scripture; it's supposed to be that way.

L-44 Here some years ago, down here in the south when slavery was legal, they used to go around and had brokers that would buy slaves just like you do in automobiles today, in their automobile lot. You'd go buy a automobile and take it over and sell it to another used car lot; they done slaves that way years ago. And there'd be brokers come by who would buy those slaves.
And one day a broker come by a certain plantation. And these slaves were sold over here from Africa, and they were... They would cry; they--they wouldn't work; they were away from their home. They'd never go back no more; they'd never see their baby no more. They'd never see papa and mama, any more. They were plumb across the sea here in an old wooden ship. They'd never go to their homelands again. So the owners would have to scold them or whip them and make them work.
And one day this buyer come by; he said, "I'd like to look your slaves over."
He said, "Look them over."
And he noticed the different ones, great sturdy ones, and some small ones, and so forth. How they'd--someone out there making them work.
And they had one certain young man there; you didn't have to make him work: shoulders up, chin up, "Yes, suh." Anything you want done he'd do it. You didn't have to whip him; he was right at it and do it.
The slave buyer said, "I want to buy that slave."
And the owner said, "But he's not for sale."
He said, "I never seen quite a slave, as many as I've bought, never seen one act like that before." Said, "Do you ever have scold him?"
Said, "No, sir. He's always up. He's the best slave I ever owned."
He said, "I tell you what you've done, you've made him a boss over the rest of them."
He said, "No, sir, he's a slave just like the rest of them."
Said, "Well, then, perhaps you feed him a little better then you feed the rest of them."
Said, "No, he eats out in the galley with the rest of the slaves, just like they all do."
He said, "Well, what makes him so much different than the other ones?"
He said, "I often wondered that myself until one day I found out that over in the homeland where they come from, he's the son of the king. His father is the king of the tribe. And though he's an alien and away from home, he still knows that he's a king's son. He conducts himself like a king's son."


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