<TITLE>13. Par 52-55</TITLE>L-52 The nation is so populated, and sin's come in, and it's caught our people. Used to be the vulgar was in Paris. We have to go over to Paris to get our--our--our modern dresses for women. We got so dirty and low-down till Paris has to come over here and get their modeling from us. What a disgrace. And you break motherhood, you've broke the backbone of any nation. There they got rock-and-roll and the, even the policemen can't be at peace on the street, teen-age riots, stabbing them and everything else. Because it's a spiritual draft come through. The home life broke down.
What is it today? It's a modern church member. Dad's down in the, somewhere playing a deck of--a game of poker. Mama's out somewhere with some of her societies. And--and sis is over at the canteen, and at a rock-and-roll party. And junior's got his hot rod out somewhere. The Church sets empty. That's the way of the modern church today. No wonder Jesus said, "I'll spue you from My mouth."

L-53 If they'd open them doors of pride, and selfishness, and indifference, and the door of faith, and their--and let God put some salve on their eyes and open their eyes, they'd see that He remains the same yesterday, and today, and forever. They'd see His goodness. But it's such a pity. That's the reason, people, it's so hard to get them to stay in church.
Right up here in your own state, a little above here, I used to hunt with a buddy of mine. He was a good man. But the church, the people on the street are looking to see something genuine.
And this fellow, he was a good hunter. And he... I used to go up and hunt with him. But he was the meanest man I ever met. And he--he used to tell me... He'd shoot little fawns when we'd go hunting, just to be mean. And...

L-54 Now, it's all right to shoot a fawn if the law--law says so, but--but--but just not kill them to be mean. I'm a conservationist. I was a game warden for years. And I don't believe in destroying them things like that, shooting little birds for targets. That's wrong. It's sin to do it. And here if you want a target, go to the range. Don't kill it 'less you eat it, but just to be mean...
And one year I went up to hunt with him, and he'd made a little whistle. And he could blow that little whistle, and it sound just like a little fawn, little baby deer crying. And I said, "Burt, you're not going to use that."
"Oh," he said, "Billy, get next to yourself. You're just a chicken-hearted preacher."
And I said, "Don't do that."

L-55 Well, we went hunting that day. And there come a little snow, and we was tracking. And it... We hadn't seen a deer track. It was about noontime, so he set down. He reached down in here, right by a little opening. I thought he was going to get a sandwich to eat. And he pulled out this little whistle. I thought, "Oh, you're not going to do that, Burt."
And he took this little whistle, and he cried like the little baby deer. And when he did, I noticed just across the way, a great big mother doe raised up. And she was looking around. I could see her big brown eyes, and those big veins, and... She was a mother. Now, that's unusual in hunting season for a deer to raise up out of that brush. She stays bedded down, especially about eleven o'clock in a day. She's resting.
But a baby cried. It was something in her. She was a mother. The baby was in trouble. She begin to look. And I seen Burt with those lizard looking eyes, looked around me kind of that Satan smile; he pulled the lever back of the bolt and throwed that shell up in the chamber of that .30-06; and he was a dead shot. I turned my head; I thought, "Oh, my."


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