<TITLE>16. Par 56-58</TITLE>L-56 So then, they were just as usually you have the papers all begin to criticize or whatever it was, and they--they pulled them in before the Sanhedrin Council, and they had a conference. The world had a conference, like the Geneva and so forth, and said, "What are we going to do with these men?" Said, "They can go out and preach, but don't say name that name Jesus. Don't you preach no more in that name." They beat them and threatened them. Said, "If we ever hear you mention Jesus again, we're going to do something horrible to you."
Peter and John walked out of jail that morning, out from the conference, and they went over and said, "You know what. I believe we'd better call a conference." So they was going to call another conference. Now, let's call it the Acts 4 conference. In Acts 4 they all come together, and they were telling different experiences, and they called a conference, and they got down on their knees, and called a conference. They wanted to call on God to ask what they could do. Should they retreat or should they... Or what must they do? Should they preach Divine healing? Should they compromise? What must they do?

L-57 And they begin to pray like this, all with one accord. Another Pentecostal meeting. All with one accord. I imagine that was a noise. Don't you imagine so? Everybody saying, "Why did the heathens rage, why do the people imagine the vain thing?" Truly, they're stretching forth thy holy Child, Jesus, His hands to heal the sick, and when that conference begin to be held, and they begin to call out to God, the returns came.
Oh, it... "Maybe you'd better be careful. You might get in jail. You'd better kinda take it easy." You know what the Spirit said to that missionary awhile ago. "There's no taking it easy." Must I be carried home to heaven on a flowery bed of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas. Why do we expect to be carried home on a basket of flowers? Let me fight. Let me show some scars.

L-58 As I was reading an article or a little poet book. Said that Caesar was going to ask, and he was going to ride in a great chariot, and he wanted some of his soldiers, a honorable soldier to ride with him down through the streets of this great jubilee. And all the warriors trimmed their plumes, and polished their shields and their helmets, getting ready to pass by Caesar and when... To review to see who he had choose to ride with him in this great parade; and said all of his warriors walking perfectly, straightly, walked by, and stood with their salute. And said all along Caesar looked at each one as he come by. Said after a while a little bitty old soldier crippled up in his arm, scarred all over his face, and everything walked by, and he felt ashamed of hisself, and kinda bowed his head, and started away; and Caesar said, "Wait a minute. Wait a minute there. Come back here."
And the little soldier walked up and fell down on his knees. He said, "Yes, great emperor."
Said, "Where did you get them scars? What you all scarred up about?"
He said, "I got them in the battlefield fighting for my emperor."
He said, "You set up here by me. You earned a ride." I don't care whether I'm a D.D., Ph.D. or double L.D. I want some scars to show that I've been in the battle. That's what Christians ought to do. Don't you chose the flowerly, easy things. I'll take the way with the Lord's despised few. I've started in with Jesus, O Lord, take me through.
Nearly thirty years in the field now, too far gone to turn back. Ha. Want to go on. Whatever the end is, that lays in God's hands.


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