<TITLE>06. Par 21-23</TITLE>L-21 She was kind of young, you know, you know, hadn't been around very long. And she's short-legged, and she couldn't reach the floor. So she started wobbling. So I put both arms around her to hold her. See, she wasn't as steady as Becky was. Becky had been around a little longer. She could put her feet on the floor. She had been around longer. But Sarah was kind of young, you know, kind of wobbly (like the church now... so hadn't been going very long) So I grabbed her with both arms to keep her from falling. I thought she'd fall off on the floor; she was a little fellow. And I pulled her up close to me.
She snugged up against my breast. I'll never forget this. She turned those big brown eyes, looked up to Becky, she said, "Rebekah, my sister, I want to tell you something." She said, "It may be so that you've got all of daddy. But I want you to know one thing; daddy's got all of me."
That's the way it is. I may not pronounce my words right. We might not, brethren. But one thing, just as long as He's got all of us. So we don't even pay any attention to what we're doing. Just keep on saying it. That--that's right. Let Him have all of us. That's right.

L-22 I think the trouble with our Pentecostal move, that we are... We have seen so much until it's become common to us. I don't think that we have... I... Excuse me. Let me correct that. I don't mean to say that we don't appreciate it. But I...
Like there was a--an old proverb in England, and I heard it once that a--a poet was writing many poems, and he had never had seen the sea. So one day he take a notion he's going to go down to the sea. And on his road down, he met an old salt. You people know, what they call an old sailor. And coming from the sea with his pipe in his mouth, and--and the whiskers over his chin, and about sixty years old... And the--and the young poet was just a-strutting going down.
And the old salt said to the young poet, said, "Where goest thou, my good man?"
He said, "Oh, sir." He said, "I am a poet." And said, "I've wrote of the sea, and--but I have never seen it yet, and I'm going down." Said, "Oh, I just can't wait till I see the sea, to hear the gulls, watch the bright blue skies reflecting itself in it's--in its big body of water, to smell the brine of the salt, and to see the whitecaps spraying up like that."
The old salt took his pipe out, and spit, said, "Huh. I don't see nothing so thrilling about it. I been there for sixty years." See? That's right. He'd been on it so much, it was common to him. See?
That's what's the matter with the church. We've seen the goodness of God so much till it's become common to us. That's right, brethren, sisters. That is right.

L-23 Reminds me of a little story I heard last year, the ten cent store in Louisville. There was a lady come in there, and she had a little baby about, looked to be about two months old, or, two years old, a little boy. And she was going around to all the little trinkets, you know, that ladies, how that you ladies like to shop ten cent stores like my wife. Always feel sorry when she goes downtown for the people who's taking care of the ten cent store. She never buys nothing, just goes and looks at it, and lays it down. And my daughter-in-law and her was down. Oh, my, my...
And so, she'd pick up something and look at it, "Well, looky here. What do you think about this?"
"Uh huh."
Lady'd say, "You want anything?"
"No, ma'am. No ma'am."
Lay it back. Throw it down somewhere, and get something else, and then she has to come straighten it up.
Well, I guess that's fun. So okay. So it's all right. That's good and clean. Just keep on doing it. So just as long as you're doing that, that--that'd be all right. See? So just don't make it any worse.


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