<TITLE>05. Par 19-21</TITLE>L-19 Then he begin to think. His mind got caught (Oh, that's when you get into the spirit of anything.), got caught back to when he was a little boy. I know all of us do that. I do--go back to the time when I was a little boy, see my father come in with... Little short fellow, a logger, and how he had strong arms, I'd see him... He didn't weigh but about one hundred and forty pounds; but a fellow told me the other day he seen him load a nine hundred and fifty pound log by himself on a wagon.
And I'd see him, when he'd roll his sleeves up... An old apple tree there, and a little piece of looking glass mom tacked up on it, and a little pitcher pump. She had a meal sack there for a towel. I'd see Pop pump the water and--and take soap and wash his hands--that old lye soap we used to make, you know; and make the lye, and make the soap out of it, and wash. When I'd see him pull his arms up like that, to comb his shaggy black hair, I said, "You know, my daddy will never die. He's too strong to die." But he died at fifty-two years old.
Then I think of Hebrews 13, "Here we have no continuing city, but we're seeking one to come." We have no abiding place here. We're pilgrims, and we're strangers here. We're seeking a city to come.

L-20 Now, Bartimaeus, thinking when he was a little boy, and I can imagine he was thinking this: "Oh, I remember when along lunch time, I'd hear that sweet voice of that beautiful mother of mine around the hillside, 'Bartimaeus, your dinner, son.' And how I'd run to the house, and she'd wash my little face, and brush my hair back, and kiss me on the cheeks, and I'd see her big, soft, eyes. And I'd look up in the face of that pretty mother, and she'd set me down to lunch.
And then, after lunch, in a little while she'd call me again, 'cause it was nappy time. And she'd set out on the porch as we looked off over the Jordan, and she'd rock me in her arms. And I'd put my little baby hands on her pretty cheeks, and she'd kiss me. And--and she'd tell me Bible stories. And how I loved to hear them stories, of how the great Jehovah God brought our people over into this promised land.
And she'd look over at the little buttercups that I brought her in, the little flowers from off the hillside, and she'd say, 'That's some of Jehovah's promise too, Bartimaeus. This beautiful land is ours. And Jehovah led us up from the great sand dunes of Egypt and put us in this land.'"

L-21 How she'd tell me of that great mighty Jehovah, how He thundered out for His people; stood in the breach, drowned Pharaoh's army behind him; how He rained bread out of the heaven, and brought quails in from the fields, fed our people; and how He performed signs, wonders. When they was thirsty, the great prophet Moses smote a rock, and out come water.
Oh, how great Jehovah was, what a great, powerful God that we serve. How that great Jehovah had promised that prophet Moses, "Someday the Lord your God will raise up a prophet like unto me, and He will take us out from under this Roman dictatorship."
And then, you remember when they crossed the Jordan (just a little bit below where their cabin was), and how that Jehovah rolled back the sea, the Jordan, in the month of April when the hills of snow was melting up in Judaea, up around the mountain, Hermon, and so forth? And this icy, snow water was gushing through, and muddy, twisting. The great, mighty Joshua marched down to the sea, and he spoke, and Jehovah moved back on powder-dry land, and walked them across it, right in the month of April. Oh, how that great God..."


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