<TITLE>13. Par 131-136</TITLE>L-131 And there happened to be a conductor standing there, and he jumped on this box, and he said, "Wait a minute." And he attracted the attention of all around. He said, "You child of misery, how could you turn your back on your own mother because of that little flip that's with you? Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Mary?"
Said, "I happen to know the case. Listen here, young woman," to the other girl that had made the remark about it. Said, "That's her mother. And Mary will never see the day that she was half as pretty as her mother. I knew her when she was young." And said, "She was happily married. And she had this little baby, Mary. And she was upstairs, and she had the windows open so that the--the breeze would... And the little cradle up there." And said, "She went downstairs and was doing her washing, hanging them up in the backyard. And fire caught in the house. And before she knew it, the house was all aflame, the neighbors running. And when Mary's mother come around, said, she said, 'My baby! My baby, it's upstairs!' And the firemen said, 'The house is out of control. There's no way to get to it now.' But what did she do? She grabbed her little apron off of her, that was wet with wash water, and wrapped it around her face, and run through those blazes. And the policemen trying to stop her. She run up the stairs real quick. Why? Her loving baby was laying there. And she grabbed the baby, and she thought, "The wet garment protected me. But now if I take the baby back through, it'll cut it to pieces, those flames.' So she wrapped the baby in her own wet garment, held it in her bosom, and run through the blazes. And they tore the meat from her face."
Said, "That's the reason she's ugly. She's ugly, that you might be pretty. And you mean you'd turn your back on your mother that made such a sacrifice?" In shame she bowed her head.

L-134 I think that's the way we ought to be. This Gospel, this Comforter that we have, this Holy Spirit that the world calls fanaticism, that the people want to say they're holy-rollers, are you ashamed? Are you ashamed of the sacrifice that Jesus made yonder on the cross, that we might have this comfort? Would you swap It for the comfort of the world, a popularity of some neighbor? God forbid. May we cast our cares on Him, for He cares for us. May we love Him and cherish Him with all that's in us.

L-136 And, oh, as the disciples returned back, rejoicing because they were counted worthy to bear the reproach of His Name, that's the way I feel tonight. I don't care; you can say I'm out of my mind; you can call me holy-roller. And my Baptist church told me I'd lose my mind, or I would go be a holy-roller.
My father and mother turned me from their house with nothing but a paper sack under my arm, with some clothes under it; a little shirt and a change of underclothes, and a couple pair of socks was all I had. And my own people said, "You can't bring that stuff around here and remain our child." And I went to New Albany, not knowing where to go, with no place to lay my head.
But, brother... And the devil come to me in that hour in the dying of my child. Many times, that I've come, but I know where salvation lays. I couldn't deny it. Though it would kill me, I can't deny it. I've passed from death unto Life by the grace of God. My cares are all cast on Him, for He cares for me. And He cares for you.


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