<TITLE>28. Par 95-96</TITLE>L-95 We hear tonight about so much decisions. What good is stones without a stonemason? People wants more members in their church. Will you make a decision, roll up a stone? That's a confession. Certainly. But what good is that stone, if there isn't a stonemason there with a sharp two-edged Word of God to shape it into a son or daughter of God, to make it fit into the building? We need stonemasons, stonecutters by the Word of God, to cut the confessions into real genuine pillars of the church of God. Grant it, Lord.
May the sharp knife of God circumcise all the world away from every one of us, and make us new creatures in Christ Jesus. The hour's coming. Little do people know that these hours are here, great things are going on. And now, the people has...
Just like people of long ago, Lord, they've passed them, and they didn't know it.
Grant that every one of these will be saved. May they find some of these fine churches here, these ministers. Maybe if they belong to one of them, may they go to their pastor, and say, "Pastor, I've been wrong. I'm straightening my life up. I'm coming now to be a real member of your church. I'm coming now to be a light. I'm not going to blow so much out the whistle, but I'm going to put it to work. I'm going from house to house, from place to place. I'm going to bring others into this great fellowship of Christ. I'm going to go on the street corners. I'll pass tracts. I'll do anything that I can do.
"I'll talk to my neighbor, my milkman, my paper boy. Everybody that I can, I'll speak to them in a tender, sweetness of the Holy Spirit. I'll be so salty, till I'll make them thirst to be like me." God, grant it. Oh, not like the rest of the world, but be different, changed, made like daughters of God, sons of God. Grant it.
I give them to you in the Name of Jesus Christ. Amen. Now, may the God of heaven look upon you.

L-96 One time... Want to tell you a little story 'fore leaving, because I had to cut so hard. In the south they used to sell slaves. And they'd come by and buy them just like you do a used car on the lot. You get a bill of sale for it, just like you would. Human beings... It never was right. God never intended men to be slaves.
And there'd be brokers come by, and buy big healthy slaves, and breed them to heavier women, and things like that, make better slaves.


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