<TITLE>16. Par 150-155</TITLE>L-150 Oh, I seen one one day; he was hanging his head down, a big old yellow-mane lion roared at a black one, because a black-mane, because he'd picked up a piece of meat. He left it laying there, and he just as much as said, "Now, you leave that alone, I'm going down to get a drink of water." And he went down to lap the water. When he come back, this black-mane had been licking on it. The old pappy just stopped, put his head down, and he let out a belch, and, I say, that the rocks rolled off the hill. Oh, my. He'd shake the city if he roared like that here. A roar of the lion, oh, he is ferocious.
And that roar run out against this little curly-headed shrimp, we'd call him, and then something happened. That little shrimp walks over, and gets him by the mouth, and puts one hand down this a way and one in that way, not nervously, and just pulls him apart and lays him down there. That's a paradox. What caused it? If you'll notice the reading just before it, "And (the conjunction) the Spirit of the Lord came upon him." That's what made the difference. And he slew the lion.

L-152 Then one day some Philistines came after him. He was unarmed. There was a thousand of them. They had long spears and big shields, and that's like a door in front of you, like that, the shields. Just think of a great big brass shield now, all the way in front of you, with helmets of brass on, big coats of brass, and all over their shins and everything with brass; great, big long spears, long as them out to that pole there, maybe fifteen, twenty feet long, big brass heads on them like that, sharp as a razor. And they found this little curly-headed shrimp coming down from Palestine to visit some girlfriend of his down there. So they said, "There's that little fellow. Let's go take him." One man could've took him by the end of that spear, just lifted him up and shook him a little bit, and he'd a-fell right down to his hand, down to the hilt on the spear. Why, he's just a little bitty old guy.

L-153 Some people, the artists, try to draw Samson with--with shoulders he couldn't walked in this Tabernacle. Well, that wouldn't be no mystery, that he--a man that size. Samson was just a little bitty old thing, but the Spirit of the Lord's what was big. See? He takes the... It--it--it's dishonoring the Scripture to say he was a man that size.
God always takes the foolish and ignorant things to--like that, to do His work with. You see? He takes something that's nothing.

L-155 So this little fellow was standing out there, and all at once here come these Philistines and surrounded him to kill him. And he took the jawbone of a mule that was laying there, a wild one, a little donkey, picked up the jawbone of that mule, and the Spirit of the Lord came on him. And there was a paradox, how that he beat down with the jaw bone of a mule, through that half-inch-thick helmet over the top of the heads with the jaw bone of a mule. Why, the first, that old dry jawbone laying there, the first lick he would've hit it, it'd bursted into a thousand pieces, over the top of one of those helmets or those big shields. When a thousand rushed in upon him, and he beat every one of them to death: paradox. That was when the Spirit of God come upon him.
Oh, if we could only be jawbones in the hand of God, there'd be another paradox. Yes, it was.


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