<TITLE>11. Par -</TITLE>L-14-3 Amos come from the country, the wilderness, to the city of glamour. He'd never been there before. He was a country boy, way back out in the wilderness. While he was back there in prayer, God had met him and had told him of the wickedness of this glamorous nation in which he was a part of. And Samaria was the capital, one of the capitals at the time in the--of the reign of Jeroboam.
And when he stood there that morning at the top of the hill, walking in with his old, crude, country clothes on, perhaps dust and mud on his feet, and where he'd slept in that old ragged garment night after night. And I don't know; he didn't have bathtubs in that days; it might've been a few days since he took a bath. But that don't hurt the inside of the man. Too much today is putting on the outside, not enough on the inside. We're so concerned about whether we bathe each day, and our hair is groomed, and our clothes changed, and everything; and then, let the inside go any way--wear the same old sinful garments, stinking the soul up with creeds and dogmas, and never search it and wash it in the Word of the water of separation from the things of the world.

L-15-1 As he stood that morning looking over the hill at that glamorous city, full of modern things that he'd never dreamed there was such a thing, Israel was at its height. It was in an alliance with all the nations around it: very glamorous, the women dressed to the spot and the--and the men, and they were pleasure stricken, running races, and olympics, and everything going on. No wonder his eyes narrowed, not with the glamour of the city (like some tourist would do, coming into New York or to Los Angeles), seeing the half-dressed women, the men carrying on, and the sin.

L-15-2 Some friends of mine a few days ago was coming up from a fishing trip, just below a Bible college, of a great, famous Bible college. And there laying in the road in the weeds were young girls half-dressed and young boys, perhaps students from the college, drinking and carrying on, horrible.
Now, such carrying on as that tickles the appetite of a many American who calls themselves Christians. When they look down into Los Angeles, or I've not--watched them on the plane when we'd come into Los Angeles (if they'd never been there before), or to Hollywood, or--or to Florida with all their neon lightings over the flower--the palm trees. Oh, they would powder their nose new and fix up the makeup. They were--thought it was the most glamorous thing they ever seen. And see the well-groomed and dressed walking on the streets, they wanted to get out there and see how tight they could wear their clothes, or twist up and down the streets, when they think that that is something wonderful.

L-15-4 But those God-anointed eyes of that prophet didn't narrow because of the glamor, like some tourist's, but on the moral corruption to a people who was called to be blessed of God. Eyes didn't look at the glamor; they didn't narrow because of glamour; it was because of the--the--the indecency and the corruption of a people that had been called to be the chosen of God, and would act in such a way as that. No wonder he said, "The lion roareth, who will not fear? God spoke, and who can keep from prophesying?"
He seen the corruption, the decay. That's what he was looking at; that's when he seen all that. It didn't attract him; it sickened him at his soul. Why? He was a prophet. He knowed what God had promised to bless, and what a blessing was, and how people act with the blessing. And the devil has perverted in his day from what a real blessing was to a--a--a moral decay, a blessing to tickle the eyes and appetites of unconverted people--through the will and way of God, and God's way of life.


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