<TITLE>12. Par 43-45</TITLE>L-43 I was reading sometime about the Emancipation Proclamation, when the slaves, the colored brethren and sisters in the south, when they used to have slavery. And when the Emancipation Proclamation was signed... They'd been whipped, and beat, and so forth, and been slaves, and we know what happened. They said, "A certain morning... (I don't remember the date just now, but), that's the morning that you're going to be free, and you'll be free at sunup. When the sun rises all the slaves could go free."
Those poor, decrepit, hard-beaten slaves were so anxious to be free, till the strongest of them climbed way up to the top of the hill. The women and the weaklings come on down. Ones not quite so strong climbed down a little farther; and the women, then the children. And the great big huskies that was able to go all the way to the top, they stood there before day. And they looked, and they looked, until after while they begin to see the streaks of the sun rising. It was still dark in the valley.
They relayed it down. One hollered from the top, "We are free." The next one hollered down, "We are free." All the way down to the valley, "We are free. The sun's up." They could let off the pressure, and scream and shout to the top of their voices, because they were free. The sun was up.

L-44 That was the s-u-n. But, oh, brother, now the S-o-n is up. We are free. Hallelujah. The signs of His resurrection is right among us, "Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and forever." He is not dead, but He's alive forevermore. The Son is up. We can shout and praise God. The Son is up. And we live. He's with us, in us, vindicating His Presence with His great resurrection signs and wonders.
The S-o-n is up. The slaves to sin, and church denomination, churchanity, and all those things, you are free. The Son of God has raised with healing in His wings, and the Son is up. I'm so glad of it.

L-45 One time up in Kentucky, up in the mountain country where I come from, I was preaching. And I... Early in the afternoon I was preaching on hell fire and brimstone for the unbeliever. There was an old logger setting back there, and I said, "All you drunkards (and he was one)," I said, "you better repent. Get right with God."
There'd been a fellow come in the night before that was cutting corn, and he had a--a big nail sticking in his overalls. He said, "We'll go up there (I'd been preaching for about a year)," said, "we'll throw that little preacher out the window."
So he come at the door. Someone come told me, said, "That's the roughest bunch there is around here." Standing there, great big, burly-looking fellow, his arms crossed, beard hanging on his face, about thirty years old: oh, he was a mean-looking man. And he kept looking at me. I just kept preaching right on, "Repent or perish."
He stayed a little too long. The Holy Spirit got a hold of him. He fell in the floor; he couldn't get to the altar quick enough. He come with his hands up over his head crying, "God, be merciful to me."
The next night his little child set back there. His little girl handed me a little bunch of flowers when I come in the door. She said, "Brother Bill, we've got a new daddy at home. I want to show you that I love you for coming up here, and letting Jesus make a new daddy for us."


<A HREF="P13">Next Page</A>