<TITLE>07. Par -</TITLE>L-9-3 Two or three weeks ago, I was crossing the western states, and I was looking along, as driving by myself, going to meet the Christian Business Men up in Idaho, and I was amazed as I watched the billboards, the advertisements. You can almost look around and see what's on people's mind and what's on their hearts. As I've often said. "Let me go into a person's house, and let's see what kind of music they listen to; let me see what kind of books they read, and what kind of songs they sing; what kind of pictures they have in their house; I can just about tell you what the nature of that person is. See? It's because they... No matter what they testify contrary, the fruits prove what it is." And I notice that we are a great scientific nation, scientific world. And I noticed on the billboards, especially in the western corn-belt and so forth, it was a picture of a man holding an ear of corn, shelling off the corn, saying, "Man, what corn this is." And it was a--a noted hybrid corn.

L-10-1 Somehow, while thinking on that, riding along by myself, and you can't keep your radio on no more because (especially in localities where there's just every station's this old boogie woogie music and all that stuff, you know, the rock-and-roll, and you just don't have)... 'Less you just happen to tune in just at the hour and you get the news and weather, then you have to turn it off again. So I believe maybe the Lord was helping me, and I wrote on the back of my road map, "hybrid" because something struck me when I looked at it. Such fine great big grains of corn, I thought, "That's so much different than the corn we used to raise."
Everything becomes a hybrid. But did you know that it's no good? It has no life in it. It cannot reproduce itself again. You can't plant hybrid corn. If you do, you--you've got just a little dwarf field, because it's been hybrid.

L-10-3 Then I got up into the mountain, and--and one of the guides that was with me, he was a chicken raiser, and he--raising chickens. Then he just guided up in the mountains for the pastime: very fine man.
And when he learned that I was a preacher, why quickly he begin to speak to me on hybrid chickens. Then when he did that, that brought back my little text wrote down on my road map, "hybrid." Well, while laying in our camp bags in the snow, up in the mountain, I said to him. "I would like to learn more about such chickens."
"Well," he said, "science has really done a great thing." Said, "They have bred chickens with different things until they got to a place till it's barely no legs on the chickens or no wings on the chickens. It's just all breast." But he said, "The bad part comes now that people don't want it, because it's too soft a meat, and the chicken only lives one year, and it dies. It's almost dead to start with." You see, it's hybreeding. It's not right: no good.

L-10-5 And most people now, who wants to have a delicious chicken dinner, goes out in the country and buys themselves a chicken that's got feet, can scratch and wings can fly; and it's--it's--it's a chicken, the way that God made it. But it's the hybreeding of the chicken has brought it to just breast, and it topples around, and has to keep it on screen. They can't put it out; it can't scratch. It can't make its living. And the meat has so bad till they can't use it; and if the chicken is made a laying chicken, its eggs will not hatch. And then another thing, the chicken lays itself to death in a year; it only lives a year. And I thought, "Well now, that's some chicken." Hybreeding, tearing up what God has made.


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