<TITLE>08. Par 22-24</TITLE>L-22 Sometime ago down in the southlands where I'm from, they used to have slavery down there years ago. They... The Afrikaans people brought over, the--the Boers, rather. And--and they brought over the--the colored man from Africa. And they would sell them in the South for slaves. Oh, it was such a sin and such a wrong thing to do. But they become so common, till they would just sell them like they do used cars on a lot, just go out and--and buy them. And brokers would come and buy them, and take them, sell them for make money, human beings to which Christ died for.
And it was told a story, that one day a broker came by a great plantation. And there was many slaves on the plantation. So he said to the--the owner, he said, "I--I would like to look over your slaves, maybe I could give you some nice prices."
The owner said, "Help yourself."
And he goes out to look over the plantation. And the slaves was away from home. They had been captured, taken away from mother, away from babies sometimes--mothers, away from husbands, and just brought over here and used them as brutes of labor. And they were sad. They knowed they'd never see papa again, never see mama, never see the baby again. They were slaves and aliens in a strange country. They had no spirit in them to work. And they would take whips and whip them to make them work.

L-23 And they noticed one young slave, a young man. They never had to whip him. He had his chest out, and his chin up. He was right on the job. So quickly, the broker said, "I'd like to buy that slave."
But the owner said, "But he's not for sale."
Well, said, "He's so much different from the other slaves." Said, "Is he a boss over the rest of them?"
And the owner said, "No, he's not no boss. He's just a slave."
He said, "Well, maybe you feed him just a little better that you do the rest of the slaves."
And he said, "No, he eats out in the galley with the rest of the slaves. He's just a slave."
"Well," the owner said, "what makes him so much different than the other slaves?"
And the owner said, "I wondered that for a long time. But one day I found out the reason." Said, "You know, over in the homeland, his father is the king of the tribe. And yet he's an alien, but he knows he's the son of a king, and he conducts himself like one."

L-24 What are Christians to do? We're aliens. But our Father is the King, and we are sons and daughters of God. We ought to conduct ourselves like sons and daughters of God.
When I see the church becoming so loose, and the women in their immoral dressing, and the men doing, it just grieves me, because we are sons and daughters of God, and we ought to act, and walk, and talk, and conduct ourselves like that. When we get away from that, I'm afraid there's something wrong in us. We've lost the vision, who we are. Because the life that's in us is what guides us and directs us.
So thinking of David saying that--that Thy loving kindness is better to me than life, there must be two different kinds of life, or I would say like this: more than one kind of life.
And some people think that this life is--is just a--consists of carousing, drinking, or running around, or going to dances; they call that life.


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