<TITLE>16. Par 51-54</TITLE>L-51 The old mother bird, she could get upon this nest and lay... She can lay the eggs all right, so can we have churches. Just like I said, a hybrid religion. "We got a prettier church than we used to have. Oh, my, it's beautiful." I admire that. But brother, when you see our women and men in our congregation breaking down to that old cold formal acting and painting, and women... Why, it used to be wrong for Pentecostal women to wear a manicure, or what is that stuff they put on their face, ever what it is. It--it used to be--lipstick. It used to be wrong for them to do that. But I notice they do it now. What's the matter? Right.
Listen, there was only one women in the Bible ever painted her face, and that was Jezebel. God fed her to the dogs for doing it. Now, when you see a woman with a lot of paint on, say, "How do, Miss Dog meat?" That's exactly what it was in the Bible. God fed her to the dogs, so He just made dog meat out of it. It's exactly right. What we need is a Pentecostal stirring revival to clean all the way from the pulpit to the floor of the church, clean up. We need Christ, brother, sister; we do.

L-52 The old mother bird setting hover them eggs till she gets so poor she can't fly off the nest. That's right. She can turn them reverently, and, "Oh, my, they're mine," and cover them, and cover them. And you say, "Well, I could go eat but I just got to--I've got to attend the ladies society. I got to--I got to have this and the other." See, till she gets so poor she can't fly, but they'll never hatch; they're dead. They'll lay right there and rot.
That's what's the matter with a lot of our Pentecostal grandchildren. And God don't have any grandchildren, as I told you. God don't have grandchildren. He just has children, sons and daughters. But we Pentecostal people brought in our children, put them on the cradle roll, and they come up, they just Pentecostal because we were Pentecostal. That's grandchildren. God don't have any, just sons and daughters.

L-53 And that egg, if that old mother bird can turn it any way she wants to, it'll never hatch; it'll lay right there and rot. And that's just what's the matter today in our churches, originally. They're all broke up in organizations and different denominations. We took them in by letter and shook them in because they was good money payers in the church and helped build big fine buildings and things like that. And they know no more about God than a Hottentot does about Egyptian knight. They won't believe in Divine healing. They turn down the Holy Ghost. They--they fuss at you 'cause you bawl the people out and try to straighten them up. They're dead rotten eggs. The best thing to do is clean the whole nest out and start over again. Get somebody in contact with Christ Who lives...?... Exactly right. Get the church, the nest cleaned out, sterilize it and fumigate it right good, and start over again. That's right. Get somebody that lays on the altar there till they come through.

L-54 Last night I made an altar call, three or four sinners run up to the altar, and I had to beg people almost in this very church to come up and pray with them people. Then you... Don't you holler at the Baptists. I can go down in Kentucky and make an altar call and some old boy out there chewing on his hat and under conviction, start to the altar, be fifteen of them old mammies around him somewhere. Trying... And now, He don't just get down at the altar and say, "I--I take Christ as my Saviour." They beat one another on the back till they come through. They got something when they come out of there. What we need is go back and learn what the Baptists has got. We need another preacher like John, who laid his axe to the root of the tree and break forth, who cut it down and throw it into the furnace. Amen. Yeah.


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