<TITLE>12. Par 40-43</TITLE>L-40 You know what goes back in my mind right now? Yesterday, I picked up the old ledger of the church. It's been; I haven't seen it. Well, frankly, it's the first time I ever looked into it. I had to use it when the church was first founded.
And there was Brother Seward's name on there. And there was Brother George DeArk, and Brother Webber, all them names on there. And I seen down the little Sunday school classes. I seen our total offering of five classes was a dollar and sixty cents for this Tabernacle, with hundreds setting here, a dollar and sixty cents. See?
Then I looked at the chart for today. And I thought, "How many's gone?" I seen Brother Frank Broy there, my own... That's my father-in-law. I seen all them old-timers: Mrs. Webber, all them old-timers. They've all climbed up the ladder, gone upstairs. They're all gone.

L-41 I remember when we used to stand here, and I thought, "Lord God, our church may look a little better, and we're anticipating a building one. But, Lord, do You love us any more now than You did then?" No, I don't believe He does. When we used to stand and sing, I only long to be like Him, all through life's journey. I can see little old George with his collar open like that, and the sweat was running off of him, winding his handkerchief between his fingers. I can see those dear old sainted faces back there, crying with their hands up. Preachers walked into the building, and said, "Hey, boy. How do you get people in one accord like that?"
I said, "I had nothing to do with it." They were formed and transformed to the image of God down on an old sawdust bench, down yonder somewhere where they found Christ in their heart. What a sweet smelling Saviour. Those prayers was that went up constantly all night long. We'd sometimes come in and go to one another's house, and go home at the break of day, pray all night long.

L-42 We don't find that sincerity no more. It seems like it's all gone. What's the matter? What's the matter? Let's go back to the first love we have, and:
 Just be like Jesus, to be like Jesus,
 On earth I long to be like Him;
 All through life's journey from earth to glory
 I only ask to be like Him.
Would you really? Let's sing it with our hands up.
 Just to be like Jesus, to be like Jesus
(Conformed to His image),
 On (love one another) to be like
(We're members of His Body. We must be like Him.)
 All through life's journey from earth to glory
 I only ask to be like Him.
Do you really mean that? Say, "Amen." Why, isn't that a sweet Spirit? I'd rather have it than anything I know in the world. I... You can take all the rest of the world and its fancies, all your intellectuals, all your doctors, rabbis, bishops, holy fathers; give me Jesus. That's right. Just let me have Him that old fashion way. I feel Him way down in my heart. And watching my lives and see my desires is to serve Him, humble, meek, and lowly. That's what we need, friends, is a re... That's Jesus. That's the Jesus of the Bible, not a Jesus of the intellect, but a Jesus of the soul.

L-43 He's here tonight. How many's sick and needy, raise your hand? Needs Christ, you're sick, and want to be prayed for, raise your hands up high so I can see who you are? Well, how many has a desire in their heart to pray for somebody else that's sick, let's see your hands go up? All right. There's quite a few of them.
How many believes that Jesus is still the same? (We don't have no prayer cards out, I don't... There's no prayer cards, is there? I--I don't think they was around.) Do you believe that Jesus, our Saviour, can come tonight to us? And if we sing and I talk of reflecting His image, what would He do if He stood here? Do you think He would do like He did at--in John 4 where He seen the woman at the well, and told her, knowed what was on her heart, and explained it to her, and told her, and she knew He was the Messiah? You believe that? Do you believe that that same Jesus that--that is a High Priest [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] Hand of God?


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