<TITLE>11. Par 38-40</TITLE>L-38 Oh, someone might say this... I'd like to say this to people inside and out: you might say, "But preacher, I'm just a poor man. God don't really need me." Oh, yes He does. There's a little place in God's heart, says the song (and it's no more than a song, it's yet, true), that no one else can take that place but you. God speaks to you, it's you; you're the only one that could fulfill that spot in God's heart. He waits for you. He wants to talk it over with you. He wants to have a conference with you, come and reason together before you have to meet this judgment, because it's going to be terrible then. And you can't talk it over then. It's too late then.
You say, "But I'm just a bum." I don't care what you are. "I'm a drunkard; I'm a--a infallib--an immoral woman; I've did wrong preacher; I--I've lived untrue to my marriage vows, or--or I've--I've done immoral things; I've drank; I've smoked; I've gambled; I've stoled; I've lied."
I don't care what you've done. God called you, said, "Come, let us reason together. Your sins may be like scarlet; they'll be white like snow, if you'll just come let us talk it over a little bit. We need you."

L-39 Some time ago, there was a--in the city... Well, I'd better not call the name, but there was an old bum, looked to be an old tramp on the street, that was run over by an automobile. Oh, his bones were broken, and his arms broken, and his face all mashed and the blood running out. And he was knocked unconscious. So, the authorities called the ambulance, and they rushed him up to a certain big hospital. And the emergency bell rang, and the doctors... He said, "It's emergency; you must run to the ward, quickly. And when the doctors came together, they looked laying there on the--stretched on the table, blood running from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. The old man seemed to be unconscious. They shook him, and they looked him over a little bit and said, "Oh, my. His legs are broke; his arms are broke; his ribs are broke." And said, "Let's have a little conference, talk this over." During the time of the conference, the old man come to. And the doctors, holding their conference, they said, "He's nothing but a bum. It's not worth our time to fool with him." And when they come back said, "Just wrap him up."
The old fellow turned over. And he said, "I am worth something." He said, "God loved me so much till He gave His only begotten Son that I might have Eternal Life, and surely I'm worth a few minutes of your time. I've preached the Gospel on the streets and everywhere for fifty years." Said, "I'm worth enough for you to mend my legs, and put them back together or something." Said, "God loved me, and He gave His Son for me, and I am worth something." Sure, you got a soul that's worth ten thousand worlds.

L-40 Talk it over with Him tonight, friend. Just a few words will mean so much. Let us bow our heads, just a moment now. I'd like for each one of you to think in your heart, "Am I worth anything?" Sure you are. God loves you; look what He gave for you.
Oh, how do I know He will receive you? The very thought of you recognizing that you're wrong, is the facts that Christ is dealing with you. He said, "No man can come to Me except My Father draws him first." That shows that God's right near you, drawing you. He wants to hold a little conference with you, there in your seat, or standing around in the aisle, in the wall, or outside, leaning against the building, or out in your cars. The Holy Spirit... Oh, I know it seems simple. I've heard that before you. But it's the truth. He wants to hold a little conference with you now and just talk it over with you.


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