<TITLE>11. Par 32-33</TITLE>L-32 I always felt sorry for a mule. A--a--a mule was the dumbest thing I ever looked at. You can whistle to him, call to him, and he will just set and stick them big ears out and look at you. He don't know the gentleness like a horse does. See? He--he--does... He hasn't got that much gumption. And another thing, a mule, he doesn't--he doesn't know where he come from. Don't you never say God ever made a mule. That was man did that. No. Don't you put God guilty of something like that. That was cross-breeding, the--the mare to the--the jack. But don't you never--don't you never lay that onto God. God wouldn't do a thing like that.
No, sir. You know, I like a pretty pedigreed horse. You know a pretty pedigreed horse, he's really nice, and he knows who his papa was. He knows where his mama was. He knows exactly where he's standing. But an old mule don't know who his papa was and his mama was... And here's another thing about it. He cannot cross hisself back again. He's ruined for life.
Puts me in the mind of a lot of... It puts me in the mind of a lot of people that call themselves Christians. Talk about the Blood of Jesus, and they set with their ears out, set there like bug eyed. They don't even know what the call means. That's right. You don't know who your papa was or your mama was. But I'm telling you, if you've ever come under the real Divine fellowship, been baptized with the Holy Ghost, you know Who your Father was. You know where you're standing. You know the Blood that cleansed you. You know the Holy Spirit that borned you and give you new life. You know where you come from. You know Who your Father is.
We got too much mule religion today, I believe. I--I really believe it, with no dishonor.

L-33 The high priest, once a year, went in one time a year with the Blood before him and worshipped in the Shekinah Glory, all anointed. (Oh, I love that.) Anointed, walking... And he had garments on that had a pomegranate and a bell. And he had to walk with that in such a step, that played, "Holy, holy, holy unto the Lord. Holy, holy, holy unto the Lord," packing the Blood before him as he went.
What a beautiful picture of the church today. Walking into the... And you know the reason he made them bells? The people on the outside didn't know whether he was alive or not unless he was making some noise. I'm telling you, brother... mmmmm. Our dead church, that don't make any noise. Ah, something's happened. Yes, sir. They haven't entered into that holy of holy. God is--everywhere you find God, you find a lot of noise. It's exactly right. When Jesus went into Jerusalem, they broke down palms; them Galilean peasants begin to sing, "Hosannah, to Him that cometh in the Name of the Lord."
Some of those Pharisees said, "Oh, that makes chills go up my back. That's sacrilegious. Oh don't you do... Make them hold their peace."
Jesus said, "If they hold their peace, the rocks will immediately cry out." Something has to take place when Christ comes in. Some [ Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]


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