<TITLE>13. Par 42-44</TITLE>L-42 Now, He was--we realize from the dust now, 13th chapter, unto the 15th chapter. Now, we find out... We left him last night where he had done a beautiful thing, Abraham. His backslidden brother Lot went down in Sodom and become a great man down there and got out of the will of the Lord. Then should we seek a flower bed of ease? Should we ask the easy way? No. The old writer used to write, wrote a song, "Must I be carried home to heaven on a flowerly bed of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas? No, I must fight if I must reign. Increase my courage, Lord." That's it.
We don't ask for easy things. Today the church is wanting just to go to sleep and fan it away with some kind of a little theology, you know. "Yes, we believe it. Yes, you're all right; join the church, that's all you have to do. Bring your letter from the Methodist over to us Baptists. And--and if the Oneness won't have you, we Trinity will. And so, here we are, just bless your little heart." Oh, brother. Hmmm. That's not Christians. That's hybrid, hybrid religion. I preached on it not long ago.

L-43 Anything that's hybrid is polluted. And religion that's hybrid from this Bible into organization or denomination or church creeds, is hybrid. Now, look, a hybrid produces a more beautiful art, more do--beautiful product. You take wheat... We got corn, hybrid corn, some of the best corn we ever had, but it's no good. You take that hybrid corn and plant it back; it can't reproduce itself again.
The best worker they got is a mule. It's--it's mother was a--a mare horse; it's father was a little jenny, or little jack. And they--that mule cannot raise another mule; it cannot breed itself back again. And what we got today is a bunch of mule hybrid religion. Just exactly. Bred from Methodist to Baptist and the Pentecostal and Presbyterian creeds and denominations till we got nothing. If there's anything that I hate to look at, is an old mule. He--he has no affections at all. He set back that great big long head, you know, and you talk to him, say, "Come on, boy, come on boy." He goes, "Haw, haw, haw. Days of miracles is past; we learned that in the seminary, haw. There's no such thing as baptism of the Holy Ghost, haw, haw," no affections at all. He don't know who his papa was. He don't know who his mama was, and he can't go no farther than what's he gone right then.

L-44 But anything I love is a good hybrid horse--good registered horse, good registered stock, oh, brother, pedigreed. That's the way I like religion. I like real pedigreed Pentecostal religion. They can tell you where they come from. They know who their father and mother was. You don't see them with bobbed hair and dresses you're poured into like a--some kind of a wiener skinned over or something like that. Now, you're smoking cigarettes, marrying three or four women, running around drinking, and carrying, calling themselves Christians. They don't do that. That's hybrid Pentecost brought into a denomination. But real Pentecost stand on the firing line, stand for God. That's right.


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