<TITLE>19. Par 65-68</TITLE>L-65 Reminds me of when we used to brand calves. My mother used to say... When we used to ride the round up, we'd brand them calves. She'd say, "Oh, Bill, how can you."
I'd heat the irons a lot of times, pack the irons. I couldn't have nerve to put it on the calf, but... He said, "Why are you doing that?" Said, said, "That's horrible." Said, "What do you do?"
I said, "Well, we just hog-tie him, hold him down there, and slap the branding iron on him." And I said, "Just burns right into his skin, and put a little tar on it, and turn him loose." I said... "He has a running fit almost. He just kicks, and hollers, and bellows, and goes on. But brother, he knows who he belongs to from then on." That's exactly right.
That's the way it is by the Holy Ghost. If God can ever get you still long enough to put a brand on you (Hallelujah.), seal you into the Body of Christ by the Holy Ghost, you know where you belong.

L-66 We're living in a great day of hybreeding. I was reading a piece in "Reader's Digest" not long ago, this hybrid stuff. I was coming down, I seen it said, "Hybrid corn," great big corn, fine ears. It's no good. It ain't worth nothing. It's a damage to you. Hybrid beef, hybrid; everything's hybrid, hybrid, hybrid. It's no good. Take your hybrid corn, try to plant it over again, see what you get. It's no good.
Even they got hybrid religion today too. That's right. That's true. They took it at a denominational confession instead of a Holy Ghost experience: hybreeding.
What does hybrid does? Makes a better looking ear, but it ain't got no life in it. That's the way it makes a better looking church, but no life in it: hybrid. That's right.

L-67 Science disprove their own, or prove their own theology, that man came from a single cell, by doing it. He can't evolute hisself up higher and higher, because as soon as he once crossed his breed he's done right there.
You take a mule. A mule is the most ignorant thing there is. I always felt sorry for him. There he stands. And look, he--he don't know who his papa, mama was. His mama was a horse, and his daddy was a jack. So he don't know who he was. He don't know whether he's either a horse or a jack. He don't know. He's a cross breed. He can never breed himself back. He's finished.
Like some of this mule religion we got today. A mule is a--a lowest down thing. He will set and you say something or another, to him like that, and he will stick his ears out and "Haw, haw, haw." See? He don't even know what... There's no gentleness to him. He's just a mule.
You can set and talk about God's great signs and the Holy Ghost. Them old mules setting out there say, "Haw. Days of miracles is past. No such thing as the Holy Ghost." You cross-breeded intellectual... I'm not getting mean, but I'm just telling you what it is. Oh, he don't know who papa or mama was.

L-68 But oh, I like a real thoroughbreded horse. Oh, he's gentle. You can teach him some sense. That... I like a real thoroughbreded Christian, that's borned again of the Holy Ghost, not one was Methodist yesterday, Baptist the next day, and Presbyterian the next day, and something else this day, every time something goes wrong in the church. But a genuine Holy Ghost borned again, he knows who his ancestors was, he knows who his papa and mama was, he knows where he come from. He's borned of the Spirit of God. Hallelujah. You can flash the Word of God upon him and quickly he sees it. Yes, sir. "Amen." he says. Now, what a fine thing he is, a specimen. But all this here hybreeding...
Yes. Moses, being a thoroughbred Christian now, a believer, goes down into Egypt, acts strange, very strange. But he knows what happened, because there was a time where he met God. Yes, sir.


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