<TITLE>24. Par 106-109</TITLE>L-106 I pray that You'll grant tonight, these people in raising their hands with--with even enough respects to--to recognize before God that they're wrong, and they want to be right... "Seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it'll be opened." But if you never knock, how is it going to open? If you never seek, how you going to find?
Let the Holy Spirit, Lord, bring these people to a full surrender to God tonight. And may the great Father of our Lord Jesus Christ sanctify them, soul, body, and spirit, and place them into the body of the Lord Jesus Christ; for the marriage of the Lamb is at hand, and His bride has made herself ready. O Lord, may this be the night of preparation, for tomorrow may be the day we meet Him. We don't know what hour we'll be called on to meet Him. Grant it, Lord.

L-107 Now, while I'm praying, and you got your heads down, I... Every one of you that's raised your hand, if you're deeply sincere with that, and you really mean it, and you're not ashamed to let the people know that you've been wrong... You're going to have to stand with them there at the judgment anyhow. And God has put enough conviction on you that you know that you're wrong...
Here some time ago, I was preaching something like that. I spoke to a young lady standing back there. She looked horrible, a minister's daughter. And she met me outside the church. And if she didn't comb me down.
She said, "You ignorant thing," little sassy, painted-up lips, short bobbed hair. She said, "If I want somebody to talk to me about that, I'll get somebody that's got some sense." Said, "Don't you never come into my father's pulpit and preach a thing like that again."
I said, "You mean to tell me your daddy, a good honest Baptist preacher as he is, and wouldn't preach against that?"
She said, "He didn't hire you to come here..."
I said, "He didn't hire me at all. I come by invitation."
She said, "I'll never forgive you for it."
I said, "That's up to you. I only followed the Gospel."
Rose bushes was blowing there in the little wind, beautiful young woman.

L-108 A little later on, about a year later, I passed through the city. I seen that same young lady with her skirts hanging down, smoking a cigarette, going down the street. I thought, "That's Brother So-and-so's wife--or, daughter." And I walked across the street, see if I couldn't get to her.
She looked up to me, smoking this cigarette, blowed it through her nose. She said, "Hello, preacher," an ungodly slang to it like that.
And I said, "Well, well."
She said, "Take a puff off of my cigarette. Be a man."
I said, "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
She reached down in her pocketbook, said, "Then have a cigarette."
I said, "Shame on you. Shame on you to offer God's servant a cigarette."
She said, "Then may you'd take a drink out of my bottle."
I said, "Please don't say it." I looked at her. I couldn't keep from crying, 'cause her daddy's a good man. I looked at her and I thought, "Oh, my. She thought she had plenty of time."

L-109 I started to walk on. I couldn't keep the tears out of my eyes. I walked on.
She said, "Wait a minute."
I said, "Yes, ma'am?"
She walked back. She was almost ashamed to... be talking to her on the street, people passing by. She walked up.
She said, "You know what you told me that night?"
I said, "I'll always remember."
She said, "I want to tell you, preacher, you was right." She said, "I grieved the Holy Spirit the last time."
Now, here's the remark the woman made to me, and I never forget it as long as I live. She said, "He was dealing with me that night." But said, "When I turned Him down that time, it was my last." Said, "My heart's been so hard, I don't care for God, church, or nothing else. And I cuss my daddy every day." And she said, "I can see my mother's soul fry in hell like a pancake and laugh at it."


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