<TITLE>06. Par 21-23</TITLE>L-21 I don't know about your children; but the oldest one gets the clothes, and the next one gets the hand-me-downs. And--and so Sarah was wearing pajeck--Becky's pajamas, and the feet was too long, and they were too big for her. And she's a little, bitty short fellow.
And Becky could run pretty well, so she beat Sarah. And Sarah, them big feet slopping like a snowshoe rabbit, coming through there, falling over everything... And Becky run, got there first, and she jumped up on my lap, and throwed both arms around me, and she hugged me. And, oh, you know how it makes you feel. Oh, I wasn't half so tired after that.
And after a while, little Sarah arrived on the scene, after she got up two or three times. And she's standing at the door, and she looked. And Becky turned around, and looked at Sarah, and said, "Sarah, my sister, I want you to know something." And she said, "I was here first, and I've got all of daddy, and there's none left for you." Well, this... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]
And little Sarah, her little lip dropped down, her little brown eyes begin to water, and she turned around. I looked at her; I hope that's the way God looks at me sometimes. And she was so dishearted because that Becky had got there first; and she was setting right across my leg, and she had her arms around me. [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]
Now, you can't claim every bit of God. There's room for some more, no matter who was there first.

L-22 And little Sarah started to go away. And I looked at her like that, and she looked sideways at me, and them little brown eyes watering. I motioned to her with my finger, while Becky had her head leaning up against mine. I held out the other knee. And here she come then, jumped up on my knee. And she was kind of the full Gospel type. She wasn't quite long-legged enough to brag about any... Way back to the beginning and things; she was kind of tottery like, and I had to put both arms around her to hold her, 'cause I was afraid she'd fall off my knee. But Becky was long-legged, and she was pretty-well balanced. And she could hold herself. But Sarah couldn't hold herself. She was wobbling. And I put my arm around Sarah like that, and I hugged her real close to me. She snubbed four or five times, and then she looked back, and she said, "Rebekah, my sister, I want to tell you something, too." She said, "It may be true that you've got all of daddy. But I want you to know one thing; daddy's got all of me."

L-23 That's the way it is with the Gospel, the old fashion Gospel. I may not have all the theology. But one thing I know, I want Christ to have all of me, that He'd hold me. No matter how misbehaving, and how I jump, and run, and shout, and slobber, that don't make anything to do with it. As long as He's got me in His full control, I don't care what else happens, how great, or whatmore. "All of me, Lord, just keep me wrapped in Your arms. That's what I--all I care for."
They ask today... After they explained away everything, and say, "All them days were gone. Why, our teachers, way back yonder, told us that them things ceased with the apostles, and so forth." Then they say, "Where is God? Where is that great God? Where is our people today in our churches, that's selling out to communism and everything else like that?" They didn't have it in the early church.


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