<TITLE>12. Par 44-47</TITLE>L-44 And it's come down home to the Pentecostals, acting, and dressing, fashioning, looking, talkings, blaspheming, making fun, indifferent. That's rough, but it's good for you. It's the truth. But that's the reason the world can't see nothing genuine. When the people comes to a place that they'll forget all their little differences, and the love of God will shed abroad in our heart by the real Teacher, the Holy Ghost, you'll become salty, and the world will want to be like you.
You create a creation around you. You've seen people you couldn't stand to be around, yet they were nice people. They create that within themselves. You've seen people you love to be with, because they create that atmosphere around them. Your spirit's your soul. You can't hide it; you can't make believe. That's what's the matter today. There is too much make belief in Christianity.

L-45 There's three classes of people: unbelievers, make believers, and real believers. And that's the way the church sets today. You don't have to be a make believer or an unbeliever; you can be a real believer. And that's what the world wants to see.
That's what God wants to see. That's what He says, "You are a city that sets on a hill, a candle that cannot be put out. You're the salt of the earth. You're the light of the world." And then acting like the world, living like the world, taking sides with the world, going to the world, doing worldly things. How can you expect God to ever put the adoption on the church? But they want to see the real.

L-46 Here's something that happened not long ago. As you all know, I'm a hunter. I was a game warden for years. I've hunted around the world, Africa, India, all over the mountains. My mother's a half Indian. My conversion never took it from me. I love the woods. That's where I found God, in nature, going out in the woods, and see the little flowers. You can't hide it. Let it die. A log can fall over it and bury that little seed in there. And it'll rot and the pulp run out of it. When springtime comes, that little seed of life will work its way around that log and stick its little head up and praise God.
You can't hide real life, not over a bushel. Real life shows itself. It can't kill it. It'll live again just as sure as anything. The frost can bite the little flower, and it bow its head. They have a funeral procession. The fall rains cry and bury the little thing. It rots; the bulb goes out; the petals are gone; the seed gone, bursted open; the pulp's run out; but somewhere in there is a little germ of life that no science can find. Just let the sun go to shine and warm, the sunrise, it'll live again.

L-47 If God made a way for a flower to live again, how much more has he made a way for a man to live again, that's borned in His image. But you got to have life before you can live again. You can live right now; you don't have to die to receive it. You have to die to yourself. Then you won't have to impersonate nothing, you got the genuine thing.
I've watched in wild animals. I faced lions, standing looking right at me, walk up and take his picture. I'm not afraid of them. I love them. They know it. Don't try to bluff them. They know different. They know better than some people does.


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