<TITLE>14. Par 50-53</TITLE>L-50 And Burt set down at a narrow, little clearing there, and I was following him along, 'cause after noon we usually separated and hunted other ways coming back through the draws. And then when he set down there, he went back in his shirt like this--I thought he was going back to get his hot chocolate.
[Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] Big doe raised up, right perfectly in sight. Now, that's kind of strange for them to do that, eleven o'clock in the day. And he looked at me with them... sheepish look. And that doe... He whistled again, and the doe stepped right out into the open. Now, that's very unusual. You could see her great big brown eyes and those big ears looking around.

L-51 Burt... We never carried a shell in the chamber, so he pulled back and put a shell in. When the rifle clicked down, the deer heard it, and she looked around. And he raised up with the rifle. Oh, I... That cross hair in that scope went right across her heart. I knowed in a couple of seconds, he'd blow her heart plumb out of her. And I thought, "How can he be so cruel?" I whispered to him, I said, "Burt, you're not going to do that."
But that deer wasn't putting on nothing. She was a mother; she was borned a mother. There was something in her loved a baby. Did you ever notice, a little girl when she is born, she... When she gets big enough to walk around, she wants a doll. What is it? Mother to start with; it's nature. And that deer's nature was to hunt that baby. And she turned around and looked right straight at the hunter. She stuck those big ears up for a moment, but she knowed that baby was in trouble, and she started looking for it.
When I seen him level down, I thought, "Oh, my, how can you do that, Burt, kill that poor mother standing there like that, after deceiving her like it's her baby calling?" And perhaps she had a fawn there somewhere, and she thought it was in trouble, and she was hunting it, because it was crying. Now, she wasn't putting on; that was genuine. That was genuine mother's love.

L-52 And when he started to shoot like that, I turned my head. I said, "Heavenly Father, be merciful to him. I love him. How can he be so cruel? That real loyal motherhood, and there he's going to blow her heart out of her, when he's deceived her and got her out there in the open, that mother with a fawn here somewhere, and he's acting like he's that fawn, crying for the mother."
And I waited to hear the gun fire. I waited for about a minute; the gun never fired. I wondered what's the matter. I turned around to look, and the gun barrel was going like this. He couldn't hold it no longer. He looked around at me and the tears running down his cheek; he throwed the gun on the ground and grabbed me around the trouser leg. He said, "Billy, I've had enough of it. Lead me to that Jesus that you talk about, that's so sweet and full of love."

L-53 What was it? He saw something real; he saw something genuine. He saw something that she wasn't impersonating; she wasn't acting like it; she really had what she was acting out. That's what the world is looking for in the church today, something that's real.
Oh, with the rest of us, would you not like to be as much of a real, loyal Christian in your heart as that deer was a mother? Wouldn't you like to have that? Would you? Would you raise your hands and say, "I would like to be that?"
God said, "This is My beloved Son; hear ye Him. The works that He does shall you do also."
"Greater than this shall you do or more," said Jesus. "I go to My Father."
May God grant to you Phoenix people here is my prayer, that the loyalty of Christ will be in your heart, borned in there by a nature of the Holy Spirit, that'll make you hunger for God and stand just as loyal for God and for His Word as the loyalty of motherhood stood in that old fawn--that old doe that day for her fawn. Let us pray.


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