<TITLE>09. Par 37-41</TITLE>L-37 And I walked out there, and little Becky was still looking over the banister. And I went down there to where she was standing, or laying there; I said, "Lord God forgive me, and if You wanted me to pray for this mother opossum, and You have guided her by instinct. She doesn't have a soul because she's an animal..."
You know what? That opossum knows more about God than a lot of preachers does. And she's laying there. And I said, "Lord God, forgive me, and let her be well."
My Bible is laying open here before me. You might've read it in the Christian Businessmen. It went on the national press the Associated Press. That old mother opossum raised up, gathered up her nine babies, walked out that road just as happy as she could be, that tail turned right away and looked around at the gate as if to say, "Thank you, sir." And off to the woods she went with her babies.
As far as I know, they're still in the woods happily together. God knows that to be the truth. Oh, it's real love. "God so loved the world..." The world wants to see something genuine.

L-38 And you people here tonight, God is... He's depending on you to project His love to the sinner. There's something about a man or a woman, you are a miniature creator.
Have you ever seen people that you just love to be around? It's the atmosphere they create around them. Others nice people that you just can't stand to be around them. They create that by the way they live and the way they think. It's a little atmosphere you live in.

L-39 Just before closing I'd like to say this: just an old story comes into my mind. As everyone knows, I love to hunt. And I used to hunt up in the north woods, up in New Hampshire.
Oh, I just love to get into the woods. There's something about them woods that's godly. How can a man look at a flower, or a tree, or old brook running and know there's no God? God lives in nature.
What makes that tree up here in Virginia? Got pretty leaves in the summertime. And what makes that sap run down out of that tree and run into the roots and hide for the winter? Put water on a stick and see if it'll go down that way? It's God.

L-40 What makes that little flower that you planted last summer, that's dead, frost come and kill it, bowed its little head and gave up the spirit. They had a funeral procession. The October rains cried, and it buried the little seed. It's froze. The seed burst open; the pulp run out.
Now, there's no seed, pulp, nothing. But somewhere down in that ground, that science can't find there's a germ of life hid and when that sun rises in the east yonder, it'll live again.
And if God so loved the flower that He made a way for it to live again, how much more has He made a way for a man that's made in His image to live again. God's in nature. He's in love.

L-41 I was hunting the north woods there with a friend mine. He was good hunter. I love to hunt with him. And he was a good trackman. He didn't have to think about him getting lost, and we'd travel over the mountains thirty miles a day.
Up over wind blows and everywhere. You didn't have to worry about him. He was always a good shot and a good trapper. I like to hunt with him, but he was the meanest man I ever seen, just cruel-hearted. He was shoot little does and little fawns just to make me feel bad. You know how sinners are. It's just trying to show off. That's all. They do it today.


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