<TITLE>20. Par 66-68</TITLE>L-66 I thought, "Oh, oh." And I seen him pull back that lever, throw in that shell on that .30-06. Oh, he was a dead shot. And he laid that scope down, that cross hair right across her heart. I thought, "Oh, mercy. How can he do it? How can he do it? That precious mother standing out there looking for her baby, in one second from now, he touched that trigger with that one hundred and eighty grain mushroom bullet, he'd blow her precious heart plumb through the other side of her. I thought, "Burt, how can you do that? How can you be so cruel?" And I seen him with them lizard eyes, getting down. I thought, "All right." I couldn't look at it. I just couldn't do it.
And she was standing there walking on. What was the matter? She wasn't a hypocrite. She wasn't trying to act something. She was a mother. It was born in her to be a mother. She was looking for her baby. Oh, my. She was watching that baby.
After while, when the barrel raised up above the bush, the deer looked. Now, usually they'll jump and run, quickly. Well, that fast they're gone. But not her. She seen the hunter. She spooked at it, as we call it, looked. She seen the hunter, but she worked her mouth two or three times, raised up her head. 'Course she could smell us standing there. She looked.
But what was the matter? Her baby somewhere was in trouble: mother instinct. She knew it was death. She knew she was going to die, but she didn't care. There was something in her, motherly love, driving her to that baby. "Where's it at? Where's my baby? It's in trouble."

L-67 I--I couldn't look no more. I just couldn't. I thought, "That loyal heart of that precious mother. Burt, how can you do it? You're cruel; you're--you're evil to do a thing like that." And I seen him raise up like that, and I turned my back.
I prayed in my heart. I said, "Heavenly Father, don't let him do that. How can he stand to see that precious mother there trying to find her baby, and then deceive her like that, and blow her precious loyal, motherly heart plumb through her?" I said, "How could he do that, Lord?"
I waited. The gun never fired. I waited a little bit longer. It didn't fire. I thought, "What's the matter?" I looked back, and the gun barrel was going like this. I looked around.
He looked up, and great big tears was running out of his eyes. He threw the gun down on the bank. He said, "Billy, I've had enough of it. Lead me to that Jesus you know."
Right there on that snow bank I led that cruel-hearted hunter (what was it?) to the Lord Jesus Christ. Why? He saw something real. He seen something that wasn't put on. He seen something that was genuine, borned experience, a mother.
Wouldn't you like to be that kind of a Christian? Wouldn't you like for God to make you a Christian, as much Christian as that mother, that deer was a mother? Let's bow our heads a moment, and ask Him to do it.

L-68 Our heavenly Father, a simple little story there of--of the queen of the south seeing something real by a gift of God... And them churches up in New England there, they--they didn't have nothing but just church and so forth. That hunter had been... You know him, Lord, now a precious brother, a deacon in the church. But he'd never seen anything real.
Lord, You said if they hold their peace, the stones will cry out. Something's got to cry out, "There's a living God." The first time that man saw something that was real, he knowed there was a living God then. You used a deer to perform the miracle, and bring a cruel-hearted sinner to You, because a mother deer displayed the reality of motherhood.
God, make every man and woman in here tonight a Christian like unto that, that can display such a love in their hearts, that they'll be such a Christian, live such a unspotted life from the world, until their neighbors will know that they are real Christians, and want to be like them.


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