<TITLE>18. Par 60-62</TITLE>L-60 That.. What did that queen see? What made her act like that? She seen something real. She seen something she could put her hands on that was real, not a statue that set there, that some man had cut out of--of--of marble, or out of wood, or made out of clay. She saw something that she could put her hands on, that--something that was real. She saw something that lived, that brought life. She knowed it had to be God. She'd seen something... She'd seen so much put on, and so much sham, till she wanted to see something real. And God let her see it.

L-61 Now, children, today the world's full of sham. "Come join our denomination. Recite our creed. Come to our church, the biggest one in the city." It's a sham. I don't say they're not Christians in there. That's not... But as far as the church having anything to do with it, the organization having anything to do with it, that's wrong. It's just a makeup sham. What the world wants to see today is something real: real, something that's real, Bible real, godly real.
All of you know I hunt. I've hunted all my life. My mother's a half Cherokee Indian, and my conversion never took it out of me. If anything I love is them woods. Oh, I just can't hardly stand... I get in those woods and get started. I find God in the woods. God, I hear him call in the coyote and the wolf, hear Him bugle in the deer. Why, sure. I hear him scream in the eagle, see Him in the sunset. Everywhere around is God. Get out in nature. Get away from this stinking cities and things, where you have so much sin and debolish going on all the time.
I read in the paper the other day, I forget... It's thirty thousand abortion cases per week, done, recorded in the city of Chicago. How many is not recorded? Thirty thousand abortion cases, my, my. What's going to happen, brother? Think of the world over, what's going on at this time, sin. Oh, it's horrible.

L-62 Up in the North woods, where I used to hunt, I hunted with a fellow up there called Burt Caul, very fine boy, one of the best hunters I ever hunted with. You never had to worry about him. You didn't have--you couldn't lose him. He knowed where he was at. And we loved to hunt with each other, 'cause we hunted the white tail deer.
But that was the meanest man I ever seen in my life. He was the cruel-hearted-est person I ever see. He was another kind of a half-breed, so he--he--but a real hunter. And I used to like to hunt with him, but he was so mean, so cruel. He used to shoot little fawns just to make me feel bad.
Well now, if the law says you can shoot a fawn, that's all right. Abraham killed a calf and fed it to God. So nothing wrong in killing a fawn if the law said all right. But just to shoot them for the fun of it, that's wrong. That's murder. I don't believe in doing it. I'm a conservationist, a conservation officer for years. I still believe in it, and I belong to many conservation orders. But now, here I believe in it. I believe--I believe in conserving it.


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