<TITLE>07. Par 19-20</TITLE>L-19 And I don't know why, but something happened. Always when a healing takes place, or anything, there's something happens. A love comes in, that... and it just takes everything else out of the way. Oh, I tell you, brethren, you can have all the theology you want to, but give me love every time.
Ever since by faith I saw that stream,
Thy flowing wounds supplied,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
Love. Oh, if I could only live in that atmosphere all the time.
And as that struck me, I said, "Creature of God, I am the servant of God. I'm on my way over to pray for one of His sick children. Now, I'm in your territory, I'm in your field here. I didn't mean to disturb you. But in the name of Jesus Christ go back and lay down. I'll not bother you." And he looked like he was coming on. Here he come, just as hard as he could. I just stood still, no more afraid than I am right now. And when he got about three foot from me, he stopped. He looked at me. He looked so depleted, one way and then the other, turned around, walked over, laid down. I passed by him within two feet, walked right on by him. Love conquers. Something happens, something takes place.

L-20 The other night I was telling you about down in Mexico when Brother Jack was there. There was a old Mexican man come up on the platform. He was total blind, and the poor old fellow, his... Their economics are so poorly balanced and they don't have nothing to eat. This old fellow didn't have on any shoes, and an old hat in his hand, sewed up with cords, and old ragged-looking coat on, and trousers almost to his knees, and dust all over them. He come walking across the platform with a little rosary in his hand, a little bunch of beads. And he got up to me, saying something. Somebody was leading him. And I stood and looked at him. I tell you, brother, until you can feel another man's condition, you can never help him. That's right. That's the reason God so loved the world; He had a feeling for it.
And I looked at him. I thought, "There he is. Probably a bunch of little children somewhere, working for a few pesos a day. And now after all this, maybe another... never had a good meal in his life. And here in that condition. Now nature's been so bad to him, or his fate has blinded him." And he was...
I put my foot up the side of him. I thought, "Here I stand with a good suit on and a pair of shoes, a good pair of shoes; I don't know whether he ever had a pair of shoes on... his life." I thought, "That's not right. I got a pair at home. I got another suit at home. That man's got just as much right to them as I have." I put my foot up beside of his, thought I'd give him my shoes before I said anything. Why, his foot was much bigger, and, and his shoulders much wider, couldn't get in my coat. I thought, "God, what can I do for him?" If my old Dad would have lived he would have been about his age.


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