<TITLE>04. Par 16-19</TITLE>L-16 One time there was a little--a minister named Jack Moore (Many of you know him, he's a member of this fellowship), and he had a little boy named David. I've often thought of it. He was about... in them days David was about six years old. And he'd heard his daddy preaching, and all the preachers, so he thought the Lord called him to preach. So he said, kept saying, "Pappy, I want to preach."
And his daddy said, "All right, David, one of these times."
And he kept saying, "Now, pappy, you promised me I could preach."
So his mammy dressed him up real pretty, and put him on a little bow tie, and long trousers, a little white shirt. He looked like a clergyman, come up and set down in the chair that night, getting ready to preach. So Brother Jack said, "You know, folks," he said, "David has been wanting to preach a long time." Said, "we're just going to turn him loose now." Said, "Come on, David, jump down here and preach."
Said, "He come out of that chair like a... going to set the world afire. Jumped down there at the end of the platform. He kinda looked to the right and to the left." Said, "He looked so depleted." Said, "It just won't work." He went back and set down.
I've seen a lot of times I didn't think it worked. So we preachers has got to stand and stagger through it anyhow. So as the little brother said, "Pray for me."

L-17 Thinking on the subject, after reading this glorious text now, and getting to the more part of the service, I want to take a text tonight that comes to my mind that I've tried to handle before, on the subject of "Letting Off the Pressure." I thought that would be very appropriate.
There's so much pressure everywhere. Everybody seems to be under a pressure. What does it? What's the matter? Everything... it's a day of pressure. People are driving through the streets at ninety miles an hour and getting tickets from the policemen. And run down the road, almost take the chance on losing their life to--to whirl around, and get five foot in front of someone else, to get to a barroom to drink an hour 'fore they go home. Pressure. That's right.

L-18 Even Christians, it's bothering them. See some of them all pressured up, and snap you off, enough temper all built up like they're going to blow up. What's the matter? Something wrong. That shouldn't be. Temper comes from Satan.
Everybody's under a pressure though. 'Course I don't believe it's this group here. But it's... You know, these meetings are being taped, so it'll go other places (You see?), so I'll be speaking to that group that's under pressure. But I thought, you know, that kind of bothers all groups: pressure. If Satan can once get you under pressure, he's about got you whipped. That's right. So much pressure. People are doing things wrong, and trying to hide from it. Well, the only thing that does is build up more pressure. It just builds up more pressure.

L-19 I know what pressure means. I like to lost my life the other day because of pressure. I'm glad the Lord give me a recreation of going out fishing, hunting.
Everybody knows my mother that just passed away a few months ago, blessed saint of God, I think. Mother's Day the other day, I didn't wear a rose. Some of them said, "What's the matter, Billy?" Said, "Didn't your mother just die?" Said, "Why haven't you got on a white rose?"
I said, "I can't wear a white rose. My mother's not dead; she's alive." Yeah, I said, "If I wore two, then I'd put a stumbling block in your way. If I wore a white one, I'd be a hypocrite to myself, 'cause I believe she's alive. She's not dead." Jesus said, "He that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in Me shall never die." I believe that. That's His Word.


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