<TITLE>08. Par 30-33</TITLE>L-30 We thank You for the healing of this little, darling baby. And I'm so glad. Yet, I told my wife last Sunday, "I'm not hungry. Let us not go to eat." But bless her heart, she persuaded me until finally I went with them. And then on the street, met this little mother. And there was a thing that Satan thought that he could rob that precious baby of that healing, causing that mother to doubt just a little bit there, because that You told her that she herself was from a certain city. And that's exactly what You meant. Then standing by the side of the car, how Your great Spirit come back again, and opened it up to her, and told her. Now, today... Then she believed. Now, today, her little baby is getting well. We're so grateful for that, Father.
And the many others, all, so many's been healed and we thank Thee for it. There's souls that's been saved. We thank Thee for it. And may each and every thing be to Thy honor and glory, for we commit it all to Thee in the Name of Jesus Christ, Thy Son. Amen.

L-31 Now, we're going to turn, this afternoon, to Saint Matthew for the closing message. And I--I tell you; I have to confess something. Saint Matthew, 14th chapter, 27th verse.
And I want to confess something. I thought I was preaching just a little hard. And I'm a little timid of--of ministers. You see? I'm a... They're shepherds. They should be a little suspicious, because they're feeding the flock of God. And the Holy Ghost has made them overseers. But when me with my old, slow southern way... I used to think I was the preacher a long time ago.

L-32 I remember when I... My father was a rider. And he used to break broncos. And he was a real rider. Well, I remember when I'd go out, after plowing corn and things all day, we'd bring the old plow horse in. Dad would still be at the back of the field plowing. We had an old, wooden water trough. Do you remember them? Old log hollowed out where the horses drink, you know, an old artesian well?
And I would bring the old horse down there, and pull the harness off. And then we'd... I'd get pop's saddle, you know, and get out there. And my little brothers would set around on the fence. And I'd get me a big handful of cockleburs, and pull it up there, and tighten down the cinch, and climb up on him. That poor, old horse was so old and tired, you know, he couldn't get his feet off the ground. Just bawl, you know... And I'd throw that hat around. I thought I was a rider.
I said, "My, they need me out west to break their horses."

L-33 And about eighteen years old, I slipped off and went to Arizona. Happened to be there in time of rodeo. Well, I put on a pair of chaps. I always wanted a pair. Pop's was wore out so... He got hurt, so he had to quit riding.
And I thought I'd get me a pair of chaps. And I went out and put me on a pair. I was little anyhow, you know. And it was from one of them long-legged westerners. And there was enough leather laying out on the floor to make a saddle out of, nearly. Looked like one of these little bantay roosters with them feathers, you know, see... I couldn't wear them things. So I wanted to take the saddle money home, you know, ride the silver saddle. You know what I speak of.


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