<TITLE>08. Par 19-20</TITLE>L-19 About that time, Satan looked up over the rim, and he saw the little boat out on the sea without Jesus. He thought, "Here's my opportunity."
So is it, tonight, with every individual, with every church, with every member of the church, when Satan can see you alone without Jesus, it's his opportunity to smite you.
Said, "I'll rid the whole bunch now. I've got them right where I want them. Now, I'll drown the whole bunch of them." So he begin to breathe in and blow out from his nostrils, great powerful winds, that--and his poison breath hit the sea, it had a nervous prostration.
And sin from Satan will make anything have a nervous prostration. That's the reason we've got so many nervous breakdowns, so the insane institutions filled up. We got people running through a thirty mile zone at ninety miles an hour, squeezing all the tar-- or the rubber off of their tires turning the corners. They're in a nervous neurotic state. They don't know what to do. All the world is a nervous, upset. They don't know where they're standing. They're joining one church, and then the other church. Every little thing, they're running here and there, to and fro. It's because that Satan has begin to push out his poison breath, has begin to blow his winds of strife, breaking churches apart, separating brotherhood, making people think that they're a little better than somebody else: They belong in a better bracket; they belong to a better church. There is only one Church, and that's the Church of Jesus Christ. And there's only one way to get into it; that's by birth. You are borned into the Church of God, and there's no other way to be brought in. And it doesn't matter whether you are Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Catholic, Orthodox Jew, whatever you are. God does not look at your denomination. He looks at the brand that's on you, or the Blood.

L-20 Years ago, I used to do quite a bit of riding. First riding I ever did was here at Phoenix. I thought I was a rider like my dad, till a bronco piled me up a few times. Right out here in Salt River Valley, he throwed me into a bunch of cactus out there one day. I was in awful shape for a week or two, trying to chase a burro down, right off of Sixteenth Street, thirty-three years ago.
And I remember over in Colorado, the Hereford Association grazes the Troublesome River Valley. And many times when we'd take the cattle up there, have I set with my leg wrapped around the horn of the saddle, while the ranger was checking these cattle going through the gate, the drift fence gate. And there was the Turkey Track; there was the Lazy K; the Diamond T, Mr. Grimes; and the Tripod which was Mr. Jefferies, who I was with. Mr. Zuollin, the A, different ones going through, which every man could raise a ton of hay could put a cow on the pasture for the summer. But I noticed, that ranger never even checked the brands, he looked in their ear for the blood tag, because nothing could go on that forest except it was a registered hereford.
And that's the way it's going to be at the big gate someday. God don't care what brand you're wearing, He's going to look for the Blood tag of His own Son. For it's the Blood of Jesus Christ. He won't watch the brand, He will watch the Blood. "Not when I see the brand, when I see the Blood, I'll pass over you."


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