<TITLE>06. Par 24-27</TITLE>L-24 And as I think of it, I thought, "God, I'm so glad to be here." I realize that Satan was trying to kill me there. But he can't do it until God is ready for me to come home. Then I'm ready to go, that time. There's some more sick to be prayed for, or something to be done.
Then thinking of that pressure, I thought... You know, that reminds me of something. It might be good just to kinda say it, for a few moments. It goes to show, if that gun had've started out a Weatherby Magnum to begin with, it would've been made to stand that pressure. But it wasn't a Weatherby Magnum; it was a Winchester converted into a Weatherby Magnum. So it couldn't stand the pressure. I thought, "That's a very striking thing. I will get a text on that someday."

L-25 If we start out just pretending we are Christians, without going back to the very basis to be borned again, you'll blow up somewhere down along the road. The pressure's too heavy. You can't stand it 'less you're built for it. And you can't be built for it until God gets a hold of you, and not just polish you up, but starts you from the beginning and bring you to a real magnum, a real child of God that's built to stand the Word, built to stand the pressure, the pressure of the day.
So many blow up. Men trying to impersonate others, and so they blow up sooner or later. God has brought us into this earth and set us into the church, and different things, and we have to be what we are. God by His foreknowledge placed into the church. And I'm so glad of that. Pressure builds up, and sooner or later it'll--it'll show up on you.

L-26 A few nights ago our pastor had just--wasn't sick; he just wore out, he's going so hard. Besides all my calls, they called his in to me, and I went out to the hospital. They told me a certain lady there was--was going to have a colostomy the next morning, and she was perhaps die on the table. And she was a sinner. The pastor couldn't get to her, so they... I took his call. And I went to the... They said she was in Room 321. I went upstairs. And I wanted to be nice, 'cause it was just before visiting hours. I wanted to talk to her alone. And I said, "Lady (the nurse), could you tell me a lady by a certain name?"
She said, "I don't know," all under pressure.
So I said, "They said she was in 321."
Said, "Then why don't you go to 321 and look?"
I said, "Thank you, ma'am."
I goes down to 321, and I said, "Is a lady named Mrs. Knuckles here?"
"No one by that name."
Oh, I hated to go back to that lady again. So I crossed the hall, and I said, "Is Mrs. Knuckles here?"
"No, nobody named Mrs. Knuckles."

L-27 So I--I went back. There was another nurse up there in the hall, and I said to her, "I was told to go to 321, and the lady, Mrs. Knuckles..."
Said, "It might've been 221. Go downstairs."
I said, "Yes, ma'am. Thank you."
I went downstairs and there was a little doctor setting down there (and no remark, I don't mean it bad.), but he was just about as wide as he was high. And... Setting there, one of those flattop haircuts, about my age, and switching his stethoscopes around on his finger. I said, "How do you do?" And he just looked sideways. I thought, "Oh, oh, I don't want to talk to him. Too much pressure here."
So I went down to the nurse, and I said, "Lady, I'm a bit confused." I said, "I went upstairs to find a lady, Mrs. Knuckles, that was supposed to be in 321, going under an operation in the morning for cancer to have a colostomy." I said, "Could you tell me if she is on that floor? The nurse up there said she might be 322, or 331 down here."
She said, "Well, then, go look."
I said, "Thank you."


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