<TITLE>12. Par 41-42</TITLE>L-41 Preached in a pastor's church the other morning, about an old slave--time they was selling slaves long ago. And they used to come by and buy them on the auction. And the people were there weeping, crying, because their homeland; they'd never go back no more. And they had to whip them. And they'd buy them just like you'd buy an automobile, just for anything, the prices, and selling them human beings.
And one day, a buyer come by, a broker, into a big founda--a big plantation, rather. And he said, "How many slaves you got for sale?"
Said, "Well, I got some to swap." They'd try to get them big. Take them mothers, fathers... If the woman he had married was a little weakly woman, take these big healthy men and breed them to--like horses and animals. Never was right. God made man. Man made slaves. Not right to begin with, never. God don't intend any man to be a slave. No, sir. And no... Watch what taken place.
Then in the midst of all that, this fellow said, "Well, I'd like to buy some of them..." He noticed one young fellow there. They didn't have to whip him. His chin was up, head up, just like a real gentleman, walking around. And that broker said, "I'd like to buy him."
He said, "But he's not for sale."
He said, "Well, why?" Said, "Is he the boss?"
He said, "Nah, he's a slave."
"Well," said, "Why? Do you feed him better than you do the rest of them?"
He said, "No. He eats out there in the galley with the rest of them. He's a slave."
Said, "What makes him so much different than the rest of them?"
And the boss said, "I wondered that myself for a long time, but one day I found out. Over in the homeland, his father is the king of the tribe. And though he's an alien away from home, he still knows he's a king's son and he conducts himself like one." If the... If an African native could realize that his father is a king, and over here an alien in a strange land can still know that across the sea he's a king's son, how ought women and man conduct themselves when you're sons and daughters of God? Act like it. Certainly. Conduct yourselves; clean up yourselves and act like sons and daughters of God. No wonder, what a condition.

L-42 Here we are. Oh, little Martha, come running out. She looked like she had a--a way to have said something against Him. "Why didn't You come to my brother? Look what we've done for You, and You let us down." Well, if she'd have said that, the story never would've finished the way it did. No, sir. It's the way you approach a Divine gift of God. If God sends a gift, you've got to approach it right. If you're ever expect to get anything from it, you've got to approach it right. And Martha knew that. She'd probably read about the Shunammite woman and her baby. And she... If that Shunammite woman knew that God was in Elijah, how much more was He is Jesus? Sure.
So, she went up with the right approach. She run up and fell down at His feet (I like that.), fell down at His feet and said, "Lord..." That's His right title. That's what He was. He was her Lord. "Lord, if Thou would've been here, my brother would not have died."
Oh, my. Oh, I could just imagine seeing His great heart as He looked at that beautiful woman, the tears running down her cheeks. Said, "Lord, if You'd have been here, my brother would not have died." Watch what she said. "But even now, Lord (though he's dead, though the skin worms is crawling through his body), even now, Lord, whatever You ask God, God will give it to You."


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