<TITLE>02. Par 5-8</TITLE>L-5 And Luke didn't want to see his brother die, so he was in the other room. And he said, "He's in the other room."
Said, "Tell him to come here." Luke, great big fellow, if you all knew him. He, and Paul, and Billy Sunday, and F. F. Bosworth, and all them were in their days, carried the Gospel in their day. So then, when they... Luke said to Paul, or Paul said, rather, to Luke... He took hold of his hand, and said, "Think of it, Paul or, Luke, we've come a long way together, haven't we?"
Said, "Yes, we have Luke... or Paul."
Paul said to Luke, "We've come a long ways."
He said, "Yes, we have, brother."
But said, "Think of it. In five minutes from now I'll be standing in the Presence of Jesus Christ, clothed in His righteousness," squeezed his brother's hand and died.
I think it was Balaam said of old, "Let me die like them."

L-6 Oh, we're all happy to be Christians, aren't we? I wonder what we could look to tonight if it wasn't for Christ? What hope would we have? Where could we settle? Where could we base anything for a foundation today outside of Christ?
Oh, sinner friend, you in this little auditorium tonight, let me--let me warn you. Flee from the wrath that is to come. There's only one hiding place. I'm glad that God made a city of refuge: Christ Jesus; we can run in and are safe.

L-7 Recently I was in India, Bombay, where we--the Lord let us preach to the greatest crowd... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]... thousand blanket natives breaking their idols on the ground, receiving Christ as Saviour. I guess in India it was three times that, but we couldn't count them...?... 
India's rather a bilingual country. You know it was owned by England, and just recently taken its freedom from bankruptcy, of course, and then... They were bankrupt, and they was given their freedom, rather. Then I picked up a newspaper and was reading in the English column, and it said, "I suppose the earthquake is over now. The birds are all coming back." I'd like to take just a moment to tell you the story.
In India they're very poor. I believe the most poverty-stricken place I was ever in in my life was in India. You people just don't realize till you happen to go there once, see little mothers laying on the street, and their little babies with no flesh on their face, little bellies swelled up. They're dying from hunger, begging for something to eat. Ask you to take the baby: let her die, but try to save her baby. If you take this one, what about that one, this one, that one, that one? Just everywhere. It's certainly a pathetic thing, and--and my heart broke to see India. I hope to go back again this fall.

L-8 In the newspaper it said that all the birds had flew away from their coves... In India, they don't have nice fences like you have here in the States, woven wire, and so forth, and fine picket fences. They pick up the stones mostly, and lay the stones together. There's four hundred and seventy million people in India. And honest (I know I'm exaggerating), but I'd guess four hundred million beggars. There's just... They know nothing but beg. They got plenty of natural resources, but not the mentality to develop it. All they know is beg and religion.
And I was entertained that afternoon in the temple of the Jains, of seventeen different religions, and every one of them denied Jesus Christ, or Him, or--or God. So you can imagine what they are. They believe, most of them, in reincarnation. They wipe the streets where they go, so they won't step on as much as a little flea, or an ant, that it might be their mother returned back in that form or something. Now, to preach a Blood sacrifice to a people like that...


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