<TITLE>05. Par 19-22</TITLE>L-19 A little story fits just right. Down in the south they used to sell slaves. You Canadian people read of it, the slavery in the south. Why, they used to go around, buy them like used cars on a lot, have a bill of sale, selling human beings.
I never believed that any man was to be a slave. God made man, and man made slaves. Nobody's to be a slave under the other. We are brothers. We come from one great family tree, Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden. Now, spiritually we're born of God. That changes our character.
But just... These slaves they were--were brought over from Africa by the Boers, and brought to the islands outside of Florida, and was brought in, smuggled in and sold for slaves. And oh, it's pitiful how they were treated. And they were sad. They'd never go back home.
They'd take a great big, strong man, maybe had a wife with some little children, and he'd take away from that wife, and sell him and breed him like cattle to a big woman, to bring bigger slaves so they could pull a bigger load, and so forth. Oh, just like animals... And it wasn't right, wasn't right, no time was right: never was, and never will be right.
And so then, in doing that, the people, sad. And they'd whip them, make them work, 'cause they didn't want to work. They was away from home. They'd never see their loved ones again, maybe, their children, their father or mother. And so one...

L-20 They'd go around, brokers would go around, and buy these slaves, and resell them, like you do cars or something. One time they come up on a plantation, a broker, and he said, "How many slaves you got here?"
Said, "Around a hundred and fifty."
Said, "I'd like to look them over."
And he noticed how they'd have to whip some and make them go. But there was one young man there; they didn't have to whip him. Brother, his shoulders was back, and his chin up, right on the dot (Oh, my.), what a different slave.
And the broker said, "I want to buy that slave."
But the owner said, "He's not for sale."
Why, Said, "Is he a boss over the rest of the slaves? "
Said, "No. He isn't no boss. He's just a slave."
Why said, "Maybe you feed him better than you do the rest."
He said, "No. He eats out in the galley with the rest of the slaves."
Said, "Well, what makes him so much different from the rest of them?"
And the owner said, "You know, I once wondered that myself, until I found out one day that over in the homeland his father is the king of the tribe, the chief, the king of the tribe." And said, "Though he's an alien away from home, he still knows he's the son of a king, and he conducts hisself like one."

L-21 What a lesson for you and I. We may be amongst sinners, and aliens of the world here, unbelievers, but we're sons and daughters of God, of the King, God. Then let's conduct our character: be like sons and daughters of God; act like sons and daughters of God, and not have to be drove around, and made--try to push to believe the Word. Believe the Word. God's sons believe His Word. God's daughters believe His Word. And therefore we must make our character to be sons and daughters of God--and the Holy Spirit mold us into believers.

L-22 Thank you, so much. God bless you. And I--I hope that the Holy Spirit has done something for you that you'll never forget Him, and you'll always love Him. And if I don't get back to see you again, God be with you. I'll meet you over on the other side.
I'm going to speak to my Indian friends now. Way down along them never ending game trails in glory, I'll meet you around there. I'll be--go walking down the game trail. I'll meet all that I love. They'll be there. You know, that's the Indian's prayer at death. So I'll meet you on the game trail above.
To you white people, He that keeps the moon shining bright so we know how to get along in darkness, may He guide your path also. We'll meet in that glorious land.


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