<TITLE>11. Par 26-27</TITLE>L-26 Then when they used to take those slaves, and buyers would come by, and buy them. And they would go out, and look around, and find the big and healthy, and swap a lesser one to him or something or another, just like you would a used car or something on the lot, get a bill of sales by it.
Oh, it was terrible. And one day such a--a broker came by an old plantation where they had many slaves. And--and the slaves that brought over here, they were sad. They had been away from their home, and never would see papa no more, mama no more, babies no more, drug away and sold over here to die in this strange land. And they were sad, and many times to get them to work they'd take whips and whip them with them to make them work, always scolding them.
And a certain broker came by this plantation, and he said to the owner, "Have you any slaves?"
He said, "I have a hundred and something here. Look them over."
And they noticed one young slave; he seemed to be different from the rest of them. They never had to whip him: and right up, chin up, shoulders up, ready to do anything, and he just always encouraging the rest of them, "Straighten up, let's work." And they wondered why.
So this broker said to the owner; he said, "I would like to buy that slave."
He said, "No, but he's not for sale."
He said, "Why isn't he for sale?" Said, "He's a slave, isn't he?"
Said, "He's a slave."
He said, "Well, why wouldn't you sell him?"
He said, "Because I don't want to sell him."
Said, "Well, I want to ask you something. What makes him so much different from the rest of them. Is it--is he the boss over the rest?"
He said, "No, he's a slave."
And the broker said to the owner, "Perhaps maybe you feed him just a little bit better."
Said, "No, he eats out in the galley with the rest of the slaves. He's just a slave."
"Well," said, "then I want to ask you something." Said, "Why is it that he conducts himself different? Why is it that he is so different from the rest of them?"
The owner said, "I wondered for a long time myself, but one day I found out. Over in the old country where he came from, his father is the king of the tribe." And said, "Though he's a alien, and he's over here away from his people, yet in his heart, he knows he's the son of a king. And he conducts himself like one."

L-27 Oh, I thought no matter what we may have to go through with, if it's trials, if it's heartaches, if it's persecution, if it's to be laughed at and made fun of, what kind of a people ought we to be? We are sons and daughters of the King. Though we be in an unwelcome world, though we be to a place where we're hated, maybe called scandalous names like "holy-roller, pentecostal-tongue." What different does it make? We ought to have our chin up, our shoulders out, believing God's Word, because across the land yonder, our Father is the King.
And I think it's a ridiculous shame when I see King's daughters wearing the kind of clothes that they wear in these days. When I see King's sons smoking cigarettes, and drinking whiskey, and a little drinks of beer, how that's not becoming as the son of the King of heaven.
 Our Father is rich with houses and lands,
 He holdeth the wealth of the world in His hands!
 Of rubies and diamonds, and silver and gold,
 His coffers are full, He has riches untold.
 We're the child of a King.


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