<TITLE>22. Par -</TITLE>L-725-193 And I was talking to the wife; I said, "Honey, for about a year and four months I haven't hardly knowed which way to move." I said, "I don't know why." She said... We was talking about the move. I said, "I don't know what to do; I'm standing, and I'm wondering. Are we looking for... Is that one great prophet of God's coming on the scene to blast the thing? Will it be publicly known?" I thought, "That's contrary to Scripture, as, 'he comes in the hour you think not.'" See? And I thought, "Don't know what to do. Have we overlooked it? I thought, "I don't want to lay around the house here." I thought... I hope this is not being taped; if it is, tear up the tape or lay it aside. See? Now, he said, if... I said, "If this is it, we're closer than we think."

L-726-195 There's one thing that's got--that's going to happen. Either something has to happen to me now. And I don't see why He just didn't let me go when I was down on that bench the other day, then (See?), if there isn't something else to do. Why? Why didn't I go? What happened? Is there something else to do? I thought, "Well, if it is my message, the people will turn up their nose to it."
Then something calls me to the foreign fields. I hear the call across the sea, coming in from everywhere.

L-726-197 Letter just come in the other day, Brother Ligger writing a--a book on the Durban meeting. He said, "It's never been compared. Africa never had a shake like that. Over one night's time this dark land of Africa had a shake that they never had before in their life." That's right, down amongst the heathens.
I look down there, I seen those poor Negroes, precious people, seen the way them people was treating them like--worse than slaves. Seen a little old boy there that... And I... Worked there, and I said... That boy, you just... You women couldn't do as much in a two days or three days, as hard as you could work, as that boy had to do in one day. He'd sleep on a pallet out by a little old washroom (about four foot long and four foot wide), curled up there. And he got a pound a month; that's two dollars and eighty cents. And he didn't get to eat the scraps from the table, a bucket of mealy meal; third of it, breakfast; third of it at dinner; and the other third that night at supper. Worked till ten, or eleven, twelve o'clock; get up the next morning take care of the baby and everything else, and polish the steps and wipe off the boss's car. And the big, old, fat mother do nothing but set around there and click her fingernails and drink tea, lazy, no-good.
That poor boy had to work like everything. He had a cough, and he looked like he was just about cold, like "Hauh, hauh, hauh." One day I looked across there, I said, "Don't you ever have that boy... Why don't you bring him to the meeting?"


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