<TITLE>20. Par 90-93</TITLE>L-90 And when he did, just across the opening a great big doe stood up (Now, that's the mother deer.), those great big ears, big brown eyes, a beautiful animal. And she looked... Old Burt stuck his head down below this little bunch of bush. Them lizard eyes looked up at me, you know, and I thought, "Oh, my. Surely he won't do that." And he blowed it again.
Now, that's unusual, that time of day, for a deer to raise up, especially in hunting season. And when he blowed it again, she walked right out in that opening. Now, that's very unusual any time, for them to do that. But you know, she was a mother. And down in her heart she was a mother. She wasn't putting on anything to show off. She was actually a born mother, and a little baby was in trouble, and she didn't fear nothing then. She wanted to find where that baby was. I can see them big ears yet, just sticking out like that, you know how they do, that head up like that.

L-91 And all at once I seen Burt. We never put a hull up in the barrel, or a shell, until you see something to shoot at. So he put the shell up. He had a .30-06. I seen... Oh, he was a dead shot. And I seen him level out like that, and I thought, "Oh, my' He will blow that loyal heart of hers plumb through her. He--how could he do that, and that mother trying to find its baby?" See?
And he blowed it again. And the--the deer recognized when she got a whiff, the hunter was there. But you know, she never jumped. Usually she would. But that baby was crying so pitiful, that she didn't care if it meant death. She was going to find that baby in trouble. That's real genuine motherhood. Just nothing will take its place, hardly: only God.
God said, "Could a mother forget her suckling babe? Yes." Said, "She may forget her babe, but I will never forget you, for your names are engraved on the palms of My hands."

L-92 So I watched that hunter, and he turned around, and leveled that gun down. And I knowed that cross hair was right across her heart, that big hundred and eighty grain mushroom bullet. It would blow that loyal heart of that mother plumb through her.
I thought, "How can he do it?" I couldn't look at it. I just turned my back like this. Now, it kind of turned. I was behind some bushes. I just said in my heart, "Heavenly Father, don't let him do it. Don't let him do it." And I, just to myself, I was just listening any moment to hear that gun fire. And I noticed it didn't fire.
I waited a moment longer, and it didn't fire. And I turned around to look, and the gun barrel was going like this. I watched him, and he turned around. The great big tears was running down his cheeks. He threw the gun on the ground, and he said, "Billy, I've had enough of it," grabbed me around the trouser leg. He said, "I want you to pray for me and lead me to that Jesus that you talk about."

L-93 What was the matter? What was it? He'd saw something real. He saw something that wasn't put on. He saw something that was genuine. He was satisfied. That's what you'd want to know, something real, something not a form, put on, but a real God, real love, real action. Is that what your heart hungers for? Let's bow our heads and talk to Him just a moment.
I wonder now with our heads bowed just a moment, just think just a moment. How many of you here tonight (Now, be honest.), how many of you'd like to be the same kind of Christian in your heart, as much Christian as that deer was a mama? Just raise your hand, say, "I'd like to be that kind of a Christian." God bless you. "Something that would drive me right into the jaws of death, and my love for Christ would move right along: undying love. I love Him with all that's in me." He sees your hands.


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