<TITLE>15. Par 54-56</TITLE>L-54 In our fair city, or a city near us, the other day there was an accident happened. An old bum was crossing the street. He looked like his clothes was ragged, his old hat was tattered, and a young teen-age boy and girl coming down the street making love to each other, and they wasn't noticing the poor old fellow, and they hit him and knocked him way back up, and smashed him beside of the building, when the fender sideswiped him. As the boy turned from the girl to see the old man, he swung sideways and was crushed him up side of the building. The emergency was called, and they took him over to the hospital, the city hospital.
And they looked him over, and there his arms was broke; his legs was broke; and his... They thought he was unconscious; he wasn't even hardly breathing. So a bunch of doctors, they thought about others they had, and they said, "We should hold a little conference here. Now, the old man is nearly seventy, no doubt; we don't know--know--know who he is. It'll take us hours after hours of our time to operate, set his bones back again, and try to straighten him up. And the old fellow doesn't have very much longer to live, and we got others waiting out here. I just don't believe it's worth while to do it. Let's just lay him back, and it won't be too long till he will be gone anyhow."

L-55 But the old man wasn't as dead as they thought he was. He turned hisself over; he said, "Gentlemen, I've heard every word you said." He said, "I am worth something." He said, "I'm worth so much till God gave His only begotten Son that I would be saved." And he said, "I received that message some fifty years ago, and as passing tracts on the street, I walk from place to place trying to preach the Gospel." He said, "I'm worth something, or God would've never saved me."
Sure you are. Angels of God are here. I don't care what you've done, "Though your sins be as scarlet, they'll be white like wool; though they be red like crimson, they shall be white like snow."
Let's hold a conference, each one where you're at, and ask God, "O Lord, am I worth anything? I'm just a little housewife. I--I'm just a farmer. I--I work at a filling station."

L-56 I don't care what you do. "But, you see, Lord, I--I've been evil; I--I made three or four shows and fell." I don't care what you've done. Let's hold a conference. Though your trials has failed, though you--your intellectuals is passed away, God's got a burning bush right by every seat here tonight. He's got an Angel that can set your heart afire. "Come, let us reason together." Let's start here from Eleventh and Garfield. Let's start, you Christians, and let's us hold a conference. Let's hold a conference, "Lord, my life will soon be over. Jesus will soon come." We're going to get to those messages this coming week, the Lord willing, that second coming, how close.
Now, and "What must I do? Maybe I've just got this week to work and that'll be the last that I'll ever have time to work." Let's hold a conference now and see what the Holy Spirit would say, while we bow our heads everywhere, inside and out.
If our pianist there, ever who it is, will go to the piano just a moment...


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