<TITLE>04. Par 11-14</TITLE>L-11 Now, I--I--that... Now, that lady's got a right to anything she wants to (See?); that's nothing to me (See?), but I--I don't believe the Lord ever made anybody with blue hair. I--I--It looked real strange. And the poor old thing, old... And--or the meat on her arm was flabby, hanging, you know, like that. And so I looked at her.
And there was an old man, and it was... I'm 'fraid it was summertime, late spring, around May or June. And the old fellow setting there with an army overcoat on, and a big scarf wrapped around his neck, two of them, drunk. They were setting there drinking. So they excused themselves and went out and left her alone.

L-12 I stood there, and I said, "Almighty God, Creator of heavens and earth, I come from a mountain top to a rat den." And I said, "How can You, being holy, as I know You are, ever look upon such a scene as that and let it exist? Why don't you just send an earthquake and sink the whole thing?" I said, "To mean that my little Sarah and Rebekah will have to be raised up under such stuff as that? To have to, like that young woman back there, and looky here at that women, and here, and men acting the way they are. And the laws of our land a rotten and polluted, and--and... The laws are all right, but them who are trying to enforce it, and such a thing as that... I thought...

L-13 [Someone speaks in tongues; another interprets:
"Yea, what would you have but the love of God? Yea, I say unto thee, tonight, my people, wake up. Yea, for I am God and will not stand it. Yea, they will not stand, saith God. Shall I not as He saith? Yea, shall my prophet bring unto thee the future?
Yea, and shall I not speak unto Thee and say that thou shalt surely perish if not rooted. Yea, I say, it is Me that shall say what shall be done. Yet, and I say it is I, God, who shall be taken. Yea, it is I, God that shall be given unto thee. Yea, and I say, accept tonight. Again I say, accept He that is commander of all things."--Ed.]

L-14 Praise the Lord. Now, I do not know that lady, and I don't know who done that interpreting. I do not know this man. But now, if you've got any doubt of whether it was right or not, wait till I finish my story.
I wanted God to strike her dead, strike the whole thing out. And I felt a real funny feeling. I stepped back behind the door. (Listen, what he said, "It's I, God, that was given," See?). And I stepped back behind the door. Now, this for you Methodist students in the building; listen to this. And God is my judge. I stepped behind the door, and I said... Something was going on.
And I looked, and it was a vision moving. And I seen the earth, and there was like a--a circle or a mist of red, around the earth, turning. And I--looked like that my eyes focused upon myself on the earth, doing sinful things that I should not do.
And every time I started to do something wrong, I noticed it would go up before God. And if it wasn't for that misting Blood, I would've died. But the Blood of Jesus act like a bumper on a car. And ever time my sin would hit God, before God's throne, looked like it would strike Jesus before it struck the throne. And He'd shake His head, and the tears would roll down His cheeks, and He'd say, "Father, forgive him; he doesn't know what he's doing."
Then I'd do something else wrong, and then looked like that He was just acting like a bumper between me and death, because God had already pronounced my death the day I sinned. That was the day I died. And then, I could not understand, why that that mist around the earth?


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