<TITLE>14. Par 53-56</TITLE>L-53 Christians, can't you feel that evil? If you can't, there's something wrong. It grieved me. I turned around; I thought, "O God, wonder if my Pentecostal sisters would... Please God, don't let that happen, please. Have mercy, God; don't do it; don't let them be carried away with that stuff."
I walked out on the street, thought I'd get a bite of breakfast. There come a man with his wife, going to the church, and that woman blowing cigarette smoke from both sides, like a steam engine or something. Here come grandmother down the street, pair of high heels on, stuck her way out this way, way back that way, and way out this way. I ain't making fun. I'm just trying to tell you. And my soul was so grieved. I thought, "God, here I am out here as a minister of righteousness, and I can speak it out, and it makes them hate me. What can I do, Lord? What can I do; it's Your people?"

L-54 And then something said to me, "Would you desire the praise of men more than the praise of God?"
I said, "Lord, give me boldness. Let the people see that it's love; it isn't to be different. It's love. I'm trying to speak salvation (See?), in my little church that Jesus died for."
Then I set down on the corner. I set there, and I looked, coming across the street, and here come two or three young women, here come a boy with one of them, Ricky hair cuts, you know, and going. I thought, "O God," coming from church cigarette in the hands. Looked coming down the other street and here come a whole gang; one of them telling a real funny joke, immoral. I started walking on up the street; I thought, "God, this is not my home. Why don't You just let me just lose gravitation and walk on out of here sometime. Let me go, Lord." I thought, "Oh, I can't say that though. O God, who's going to cry out? What we going to do? What we going to do?" Just felt like something was dropping in my heart, down on the inside; I thought, "You mean that Your children, Your daughters, Your sons, has got captured by this, God? Have they got captured by this?"

L-55 And look like I could just see, it wasn't a vision, just in my mind. I could see Jesus looking over Jerusalem, tears running down His cheeks, and saying, "Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how oft that I have hovered you as a hen does her brood. How I would've gathered thee, but you would not."
And I could feel the Spirit in my heart crying, "Oh, Pentecost, Pentecost, how oft would I have took you under my wings, but you would not."
So I guess the hour of separation is drawing nigh. Oh, Christians, called of God, don't let that be your destination. Look up, look up, cut yourself loose from every line. Sell out to the things of the world. Don't be earthbound; sail out upon the deep. Let down into the deep. Do that, won't you.

L-56 Father God, I--I pray that You'll let the people know what I mean; grant it. And may they understand that the only reason that a poor illiterate person would be permitted to do these things, is to let them realize, Lord, the hour that we're living in: judgment. They read the newspapers; they hear it on the radio, through television. The science says it's just three minutes now till midnight and less. What could happen at any time; the clock is ready to strike. The world is at the end. We see that every little nation with their atomic and hydrogen bombs, some of them would blow a hole in the ground a hundred and seventy-five feet deep for a hundred miles square. O God, what would it do if one of them, one of them ever gets loose and get to them radar screens, every nation will go to firing. Then the end is here. Don't know, it might be yet today, Father, that I--I don't know. But I'm going to live as if it was today. Grant it, Lord; You help me to do that.


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