<TITLE>11. Par 111-119</TITLE>L-111 That's the way we feel. I don't know what it cost God. I know He gave me the best He had, His Son. But I am so thankful to have this spiritual sight, till I can look into His face and know that He died for me. I don't know what it cost Him. We have no way to estimate it. The price is too great. I could not tell you how it is. But I'm thankful. I'm grateful, that wherein I was once blind, I can now see.
I'm grateful that when Mayo Brothers told me my time was up, when the doctors told me that I couldn't live no longer twenty-five years ago, I'm alive today. I don't know what it cost God, but I am thankful I'm alive.
Once I was a sinner, bound in sin, with heartaches, dreading death. But today, death is my victory (Hallelujah.); it would only bring me in the Presence of Him I love, that I can look upon His face. He changed the thing by an operation; He taken my heart and made it anew. I know something happened to me.

L-114 In a paper last fall in Minnesota. There was a little boy who took his bicycle and went to church one morning to Sunday school. Another young man in the neighborhood, he didn't have no business with Sunday school, he took his girlfriend and went skating. And the man was a grown man, and he got on thin ice and fell. He'd laughed at the little boy that morning as he went down the road, told his girlfriend, said, "That's a bunch of fanatics going over to that church." And when he fell through the ice, his girlfriend was away from him. She was light, she got away. But when he come up and put his arms on the ice, he was paralyzed, and hung over the ice.
His girlfriend tried to reach out to him, but she was too heavy; she was breaking the ice. He screamed to her, "Go back. Go back. You'll only fall in, and we'll both drown." He screamed, he cried, and nothing to help him.

L-116 After while, over the top of the hill, come a little bicycle, pedaling, a little boy with a Bible under his arm. He heard the screams, and he speeded his little bicycle, laid his Bible down, and ran out on the ice, crawled on his little belly, with his good clothes on, till he got ahold of the man's arms, and kept pulling him back in until he got him off the ice. Run out and flagged a car, they called an ambulance and got him to the hospital.
After he'd went and paid the ambulance, paid the doctors for the pneumonia shots, and things that he would've took, he came to the little boy, and said, "Son, what do I owe you?"
He said, "Nothing."
He said, "I owe you my life." Think of it. Money could not pay it. It was his life.

L-119 That's the way we ought to feel towards God, not to buy our way through with something; but we owe God our life, for we were dying and sinking in the ditch of sin. God throwed His arms, a robe around me.
I was sinking deep in sin,
Far from the peaceful shore,
Very deeply stained within,
Sinking to rise no more;
But the Master of the sea
Heard my despairing cry,
From the waters lifted me,
Now safe am I.
I owe Him my life. You owe Him your life. You owe Him your life to serve Him, not to give it, to walk about and brag about your church denomination, not to go about and criticize others; but to try to serve and to save others, and to bring them to a knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ.


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