<TITLE>09. Par 34-37</TITLE>L-34 Here not long ago I was setting with my secretary on a little run that come up to the house. And we picked up an old piece of a fossil, been in there. He said to me, said, "How old is that?"
I said, "Oh, perhaps a chronologist would say it'd be--or archaeologists would say it'd be about several million years old."
Said, "How short human life is to that."
I said, "No, no, no." I said, "When that's no more, I'll still be living." I got Eternal Life (See?), and therefore...
And if we look around I think, brethren, that we can notice that everywhere we see is life: life. I--If you look across here you can see, maybe, say, see a orange tree. It's expressing life in its own way. Here's a palm tree. It's expressing life. Here's the pine tree. It's expressing life. There's a flower, red one. It's expressing life. The blue one standing by it, it expresses life. See our organizations. See? See, each one expressing life.

L-35 We notice the little flower. Let's take the--the significance of a little flower. It stands up there beautiful, and it's serving a purpose, serves it well. And when the frost hits it in the fall of the year, that's it. Young or old, it dies. That's death. Its little petals drop off, and a little black seed drops out of it. Let's see whether God's interested in what we're struggling for. A little black seed drops out of it, and after while then, it--as strange as it seems, God's so interested in that little life until He has a funeral procession for it. It is. The fall rains come, great big tears drop down out of the skies, and buries that little seed. Now, is that true? It sure is; buries it under the ground.
Along comes the winter freeze, freezes over several inches under the ground. The little bulb dries up, freezes, gone. The petal drops off, gone. The leaf's gone. The little seed freezes, bursts open. The pulp runs out. That poor little life that God made. Is it finished? Not by no means. Oh, no.

L-36 See, the solar system controls botany life, the sun, s-u-n. And just us soon as that warm sun moves from around behind the earth, and gets back around here, there's a germ of life somewhere in there that no scientist can find, but that little flower lives again. It's served its purpose. It lives again, because it's life.
Well, if God made a way for the solar system to raise up again a life that served Him, what about the S-o-n when He comes with Eternal Life? And we have Eternal Life. We're going to rise again some of these days. Let's just serve our purpose well. Whatever we are, let's serve it. Whatever place God's put you, let's serve it. For the S-o-n is going to rise one of these days with healing in His wings. I want to come forth then, in the brightness and the glory of His resurrection. I want to walk arm-in-arm with each one of you, up before His Presence. Until then, remember, we're the little leaf on the tree.

L-37 I like to hunt. I guess you see my face blowed up. I always wanted a Weatherby Magnum. Some precious... I wouldn't let no one... I couldn't afford to buy one. They're very expensive. Someone would've bought me one. There's a man setting right here now would've bought me one. I couldn't afford to let him do that, when I got missionary friends with no shoes on. I couldn't do that, can't think of it.
That's the reason I tried to give these pancakes to somebody this morning. I know what hunger is. I know what them people over there are suffering. I can't see wasteful things, when you know that brothers that believes the same thing I believe are over there under difficult.


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