<TITLE>14. Par 47-51</TITLE>L-47 Anything that seems to be dumb to me is a mule. A mule don't know where he come from. He's not mule, nor he's not horse. He's a mix between a mule and a horse. He's not gentle; he's mean. He's lowdown. He will wait all of his life to get to kick you just before he dies. You can call him, he will just stick them big ears up, "Haw, haw." See? He doesn't know. That's right. He's hybrid.
That's what's the matter with the church today: too many hybrid so-called Christians. That's right. They stick their ears up, say, "Haw, the days of miracles is past. Haw, haw." You don't know whether you're a Christian or a sinner. You don't know whether you're a believer or an unbeliever. Hybrid.

L-48 Anything's hybrid is off the real main beaten road. We ought to have a little time to talk on the original seed, see where it comes from. Hybrid don't know where it belongs, don't know who his papa was, who his mama was, or nothing. No, he don't know. He has no pedigree. He can't have a pedigree. He can never breed himself back.
That's what's the matter with the churches today. They can't breed themselves back. They're hybrid. They don't know whether they belong to God, or some denomination. Only thing they can produce is a member, not a Christian, I believe. Maybe I oughtn't to have said that, but it's already said. That's right. He don't know what he belongs to. He just knows he's Methodist, Baptist, or Pentecostal. That's all he knows.

L-49 But oh, how beautiful is a thoroughbred. Oh, my. He can tell you who his pappy was, his mammy was, his grand-pappy, and grandmammy, and great-grand-mammy, and all the way back. He knows. He's gentle, kind. You can talk to him; he listens. Put his head on your shoulder, he's full of love. Why? He's thoroughbred.
So is a thoroughbred Christian that's borned of the Spirit of God. They don't go into any denominational arguments. They know Who their Father is. They know where they come from. They know where the Spirit come from. They know Who they're borned of. They don't argue your creeds. You can talk to them about love, about Divine healing, all these things 'cause they're borned of God. Persistent, I should say. You don't have to beat them. They'll pull the load anyhow. Right. Oh, my. How wonderful. Hybrid Christians, that's... got today.

L-50 Not her. No, sir. Watch. When Jesus said, "I'm not sent to your race," giving her a test... She'd had an awful time getting to Him. But when she got to Him, then she had a disappointment. "I'm not sent to your race."
But when she said, "Lord, help me," He said, "It's not meet for Me to take the children's bread and cast it to the dogs."
Listen to this. "Lord, that's true." Oh, my. Faith will always admit the Word right. Yes, sir. "True, Lord. But I only want crumbs."
That ain't a modern believer today. "You'll come right down and do it the way I want you to, or I--I--I just won't receive it." Yes. That's the way Naaman was, trying to get rid of his leprosy.

L-51 But you have to take it the way He brings it. And when faith gets a hold of it, you'll go on with it. Yes. She's only hunting crumbs. Remember, this woman had never seen a miracle. She was a Greek. But she believed it anyhow. She was like the harlot, Rahab.
The harlot, Rahab, when she heard... When she hid the spies, she was a Gentile, an outcast, a prostitute. But she heard. She didn't say, "You bring Joshua up here and let me take a look at him. Let me see how tall, how handsome he is, how he combs his hair, how he grooms himself, how big he is, how big of shoulders." She didn't care what he looked like.
She said, "I've heard what God's did for you." There you are. "I don't care what Joshua looks like. I don't care whether he's got a Ph.D., or LL. D., or hasn't got nothing. I know God's with you, and I want protection." Amen.


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