<TITLE>12. Par 41-43</TITLE>L-41 I stood with the Bible in one hand, and the Koran in the other hand, and challenged fifty thousand or more Mohammedans: one's got to be wrong. "If Mohammed is God, let Mohammed come forth and produce by his prophets, what he promised. If Christ be God, then let Him produce what He promised." Somebody's wrong; somebody's right.
Oh, they set quiet. I say tonight, there is only one true religion; that's Christian religion. And Jesus Christ is the Author of Christian religion. And He is not dead like Mohammed in the grave, but He's raised again, and is right here tonight in the same power of His resurrection that He has always been in, doing, performing, acting, moving, everything. His every principle is just exactly like it was when He was here on earth. If that wasn't so, I'd lay that Book down and go find one that had truth in it. That's right. But this you don't have to look any further; the Bible is the truth of God.

L-42 Yes, she had to cross on a--a camel, three months across a desert. Now, remember, she was carrying tens of thousands of dollars worth of gold and silver. And remember, Ishmael's children was in the deserts in those days, robbers. So there... How easy it would've been for a great group of them Arabs to dash down on that little caravan of them people, a few camels and a few soldiers, eunuchs, four or five women setting with her, up on top of this old camel, moving through a sun that would take the hide off of you.
But there was something in her heart, calling her. There was a living God in action somewhere, and she wanted to find where it was at. David said, "When the deep calleth to the deep, at the noise of our waterspouts..." If there's any part of God in a man, and the supernatural God begins to move, something moves with him; it'll take him to it, just can't help it. David said, "As the hart longs for the waterbrook, so my soul thirsts after Thee, O God." The hart's got to find the waterbrook or perish. And if a man's got God in his heart, and he knows that there's an open fountain somewhere, he has to find it or perish. He will deny any creed, forms, of anything else, to find a drink of a true living God. That's what starts real things a moving.

L-43 Man set a hen one time; he didn't have enough eggs for a setting, so he put a duck egg under the hen. This is not a joke; it's to make a point; this is no place for jokes. And when that little old duck hatched out, that's was the funniest looking thing them chickens ever looked at. That's about like a real believer and a nest full of these chickens we have around here. All of them picked on him, "Why, he must be a holy-roller; that big long bill, what's that for? Why does he waddle when he walks?" and so forth. He was a--a funny looking creature.
No time, no time through any age has any man or woman rose up in Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, or anything else, that really loved God and on fire for God, but ca--but what he was called the ugly duckling amongst a bunch of chickens. And another thing, that little duck out in the barnyard couldn't stand to scratch on them manure piles like them chickens did. Ducks got duck food, you know. Chicken has chicken food. You could teach all the old dead theology you want to, but, brother, there's something on the inside of you is a beating for the true living God, there's nothing will satisfy you till that's filled up.


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