<TITLE>12. Par 48-51</TITLE>L-48 In the old world, they used to take the gold, and the beater would beat it, beat the dross out of it. And how he knowed he had it all out, when his own reflection come into the gold. He had all the dirt out of it, and all the dross. And that's the way God does His church. He beats it with the power of the Gospel, telling them, telling them over, give them on this side, and on that side, and beating out all the world, and all the doubt, until the reflection of Jesus Christ comes back into the church, that the church can see Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and forever, till we can see the reflection, the church moving in the power of God, just like Jesus was here on earth. He's reflecting Himself in the church.

L-49 Now, how the Holy Spirit go up and say, "Oh, that church [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] why the signs and wonders and reflections of Your Life is perfect. They're performing everything that You did, just like You said. And are they up and at it? My, they're--they're someones that's got real character."
That's what the Bible wants us to do. That's what God wants us to do. That's what the Holy Spirit wants us to do.

L-50 As I was telling in the breakfast the other morning with the brothers. Down in the south, where they used to have the slavery. They had an old buyers that come by and buy slaves just like you buy cars on a--on a lot. They get a bill of sale for it. He's selling human life like that, as slaves.
God made man, man made slaves. God didn't intend no man to be a slave to another, care of his race, color, or creed. They're not a slave. You're a free born servant of God. You don't want nobody to be slaves, nothing to dominate over us but Himself.

L-51 So they'd go by and get some--maybe a man that was a big strong man, had a little bitty spindly wife, take--take him away from her, breed him to a big heavy woman, make better slaves. Why, it was ungodly, like animals. Them people, are people because their color was different. Jesus Christ died to save that people, as much human as anybody else.
And they'd go by there, and one day a broker came by and he said at an old plantation, "I'd like to--to see how many slaves you got?"
Said, "I got around a hundred."
And he went out there, and the slaves away from home, they were sad. They knowed they'd never see papa and mama again. They'd never see their children any more. They--they'd take whips and whip them to make them work. And they noticed one young man there, they didn't have to whip him: chest out and chin up, walked with pride. And so that broker said, "I'd like to buy that slave."
"Oh," he said, "he's not for sale."
He said, "Say," he said, "is--is he a boss over the rest of them?"
He said, "No, he's a slave."
He said, "Maybe you feed him different than you feed the rest of them."
Said, "No, they all eat in the galley together out there."
Said, "What makes him so much different from the rest of them? My, he's just up and at it. You don't have to whip him; he's right at the job all the time." Said, "Why, is it?"
He said, "I've wondered to, till I found out." Said, "Over in the homeland, his father is the king of the tribe, and yet he's an alien away from home, but he still knows he's the son of the king, and he conducts himself like one." Hallelujah.


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