<TITLE>11. Par 79-83</TITLE>L-79 And you know, I'm walking out through there; all of us walking out through there just for about five hundred years, just a little journey, a million, don't make any difference. See? And now--now that sounds like crazy, but it's the truth. See, it's the truth, because there's no time; it's eternity. And when I go out there, I walk along down through there, and you know who I--I--I meet out there? I say, "Well, if there ain't Sister Georgie Bruce. Why, Sister Georgie, been a long time since I seen you." Looks just like she always. See? She maybe is ten million years old, but just as young as she ever was. She'd be scratching somebody on the back, and I look there; it's Sheetah, the lion. I say, "How are you this morning, Sheetah?"
"Meow," like a kitten. "Oh, I been down there talking to some of the sisters around them big flowers down there; we been there about five hundred years (See?), looking around." Now, that sounds crazy, but it's the truth. That's exactly. That's the way God intended it.

L-81 Well, bless your heart, Sister Georgia, no harm can come, nothing at all. In the evening time we'll go up on top of the mountain, and say, "O Papa God, I once was lost. Oh, I was once in the muck of sin, Papa God, and You saved me."
Why, people that's tried to express that's went crazy. Well, that man who wrote the last verse of that "O Love Of God," that was penned on the insane wall of an institution, who tried to express the love of God. How that He stooped to save sinners, and how that He did, His love that come down to save you and I. Talk about worship, Angels don't know nothing about it. The worship... A--an--a--wa--an Angel only knows he stands there and wands his wings back and forth, and un--to--across, "Hallelujah. Hallelujah." But, oh, mercy, when it comes to knowing I was lost and now I'm found; I was dead, I'm alive again. O God, I was sin; I was muck; I was down on the dump.

L-83 Here's the best that life could give you. Did you ever go down here to Colgate dump? It's the stinkingest place I was ever at. That old smoke just makes me sick to smell it. Laying down there in all that old smoke, so sick that your stomach just turning inside out, after taking castor oil. See, just as sick as You can be, and rats running all over you, trying to eat on you, and that's the best of life. And then somebody reach down and pick you up. And you're real old and can't help yourself. And just pick you up and turn you to an eighteen-year-old boy, set you up on top of a mountain, the very bloom of health, my, good breath of fresh air like that, good cold drink of water. Would you ever want to go back to that dump again? No, brother, never, never go to that dump again.


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