<TITLE>01. Par 1-7</TITLE>62-0704, We Would See Jesus, Municipal Auditorium, Grass Valley, CA, 98 min
L-1 Thank you, brother. You may be seated. Certainly a privilege to be here in Grass Valley tonight to represent our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ; to pray for God's sick children, the doctor's patient, and to enjoy this fellowship together for these five days that we have promised.
I bring greetings from all the other pilgrims around the different parts of the world to where I've been. And trusting... And many thousands of people are praying for the success of this meeting here, these nights. I'm sure together with the prayers of the rest of them and ourselves, that God will meet with us and bless us.
And we don't come now to represent any certain church, or we don't come to call ourselves healers. We come, representing Christ. And we come to, not to heal the sick, but to pray for the sick, and to do what we can to help make life a little easier for each and every one. And I'm sure that you'll be a blessing to us. And we trust that we'll be blessing to you.

L-4 And now I was just thinking, since we've been over in California this last trip, that it's been that the people like to get home early. Now, at home, and different--many parts of the country, you find people different. Some of them, they just like to hear you preach; I don't care if you don't even pray for the sick, just keep them about four or five hours, preaching, that--that just satisfies them right. But over here, sure hurts; they just seem like, "Just a short sermon, and pray for the sick; let's get back home right quick, 'cause I got to get back again." And everything seems to be in such a hurry over here. Where we all going? "Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry." Maybe, the Lord willing, I want to preach while I'm over here, "Letting Off The Steam." I think that's--that's what we ought to do, kinda let down.

L-5 I just had an accident a few weeks ago. I love target shooting, hunting. I just had been given a--a rifle, that had been a rebored rifle by the Weatherby Company down here. And I put the thing up to shoot, and it blowed up in my face, and blowed the barrel about fifty yards, the front of me, and the stock about the same distance behind me, and blowed out the bushes and everything around, where the thing went off. And just the grace of God it didn't blow me the same way, 'cause it was that close to my eye when it went off is all, hanging, it was the telescope up, shooting.
And I got a little thought out of it. You see, the--the rifle really wasn't a Weatherby rifle. It was just bored out to be a Weatherby rifle. It was a model 70 Winchester, to you fellows who hunt. And had been given to me by a good California brother named Art Wilson. He gave it to my son, Billy Paul, a .257 Roberts. And so they... Billy's left-handed, and he never could use it, so he said, "Dad, I'll just give it to you."

L-7 Well, I--I always wanted a Weatherby rifle, but I felt like I never could afford one. And then if some of my friends would've bought me one, I wouldn't have want them to do it, because they're expensive gun. And as I've often said, "I've got missionary friends hasn't got shoes on their feet, and I--I can't let someone pay that much for a rifle, me to hunt with or shoot with, when I have friends that ain't even got shoes." So I just wouldn't do it.
But a friend of mine said, "I can take that model 70 and make a Weatherby rifle out of it. Weatherby does it over there, and guarantees it." I said... Said it won't cost me, just about "ten, twelve dollars."
And I said, "Go ahead."
So he gave it, took it out to the company and they rebored it. First, just blowed right up. So it wasn't, must not have been... Something that got pressure somewhere.


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