<TITLE>21. Par 61-64</TITLE>L-61 Now, brethren, would... Let--let me have just one more little conference 'fore I close. Look, there's another conference coming. You might not have attended the Geneva; I didn't either. You might not have attended the--the Big Four, or the Paris, or any of those other conferences. And you may have never even attended any conference with God here. But let me tell you something this, my friend: There's one that you're going to attend, and that's this one, the judgment.
All will be there. You're going to attend that a conference. And there's only one thing that God will recognize; that's the Blood of His own Son. Have you been covered with it, friend? Oh, you're going to it; I don't care who you are. You're going to stand in the Presence of God, and that's going to determine your eternal destination of His judgment...
"And when I see the Blood... (And nothing else, but the blood.) When I see the blood, I'll pass over you."

L-62 How many people here that has never attended God's Holy Spirit conference and been filled with Him? Let's see your hands, that has never yet been filled with the Holy Ghost. Raise your hands. How many over the building has never received the Holy Ghost?
Is there a sinner here that's never had a conference with God at all? Raise your hands and say, "I have never had a conference with God. I--I'm a sinner." Now, be honest; be honest. "I've never had a conference."
Let me just say this before closing, I--I'm impressed to do it right now. As a minister (I confess) that it always scared me when I thought of death, what would happen to me between now (when I die) and the coming of the Lord Jesus. When I meet my friends in heaven, they'd be little spirits. I thought this spirit would be go out of me, and say, "There would be..."
I'd see Brother Sullivan, and I'd say, "That must be Brother Sullivan, that little spirit. I can't shake his hand; it's rotten in the grave. I--I can't look at him with eyes, 'cause his eyes is gone; mine is too. (See?) I--I--I can't feel him, because he's just a spirit." It worried me; I--I wanted to talk to them.

L-63 The other morning, about three Sunday mornings ago, I was lying in bed. And I woke up about seven o'clock; we go to church at nine-thirty. And I raised up, and I looked over at the wife, and she was sleeping well. I just got to studying about that.
I kept hearing something say, "Press on; just keep pressing on."
I said, "Well, I'm fifty years old. I--I got to do something for the Lord; I haven't done nothing yet. And He put me, my life here, and I... And my, anyone knows that something happened to me: I was a cocklebur, and He made a wheat out of me. I--I don't know how it ever come." I said, "How could it ever be?"
And I said, "What can I do, Lord? I'm fifty years old, and--and I--I... My days are numbered; I haven't got very much longer to stay." I said, "What can I do to do something for You?"
I kept hearing a voice saying, "Press on."

L-64 Now, remember friends, here lays my Bible. If I'm a fanatic, I don't know it. My... If I am, I--I don't know nothing about it. I--I believe my heart's with God, and I believe He's proved that before you. I may be wrong in some things, but if it is, it's--it's unconsciously wrong. See? And then, when we were...
I--I was thinking about that, and I kept hearing something say, "Press on."
I said, "Who is that?" I said, "It must be my wife." I said, "What did you say, honey?" She never moved.
I shook her. I said, "Meda?"
She said, "Uh?" She was sleeping well.
And I said, "Well, it wasn't her."
I listened again. It said, "Keep pressing on."


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