<TITLE>04. Par 12-15</TITLE>L-12 Yeah, I have a little story one time about my children. I'm a father, and I--I love my children. Billy, my son, his mother died when he was just a little fellow. And I've been papa and mama both to him. I'd pack him around, and him crying for a mother, and no mother to give him. And that was for several years till he got old enough to go to school. And I was out in the meetings; I couldn't take care of him. So I remarried again. And we've had three children.
I got two little girls and a little boy. Rebekah, a few years ago, she's the oldest. She's kind of skinny, long legged. And--and Sarah come along; she's a little short. And Becky's a blond; and Sarah's a brunette. Becky has big blue eyes and blond hair; and Sarah, more like her mother, kind of dark headed and dark-eyed. And so... They're both daddy's girls though.
So then, they wait for me, yet, when I come in. And I'd been out in meetings, and I was so tired. But they were waiting. Every plane went over, they'd say, "Daddy's coming now." But got too late. After while, they had--sand man got in their eyes, you know. So mother put them to bed. She waited, and the plane was delayed. I got in about one o'clock in the morning. After coming out of meetings like this, I get so tired I can't sleep.

L-13 And so, I was telling Billy, coming over... He said, "Daddy, you look so tired."
I said, "But Billy, I must put every effort."
He said, "Why don't you go over there and just don't speak to the people. And just say, 'I will pray for the sick,' and run the prayer line as you promised them and don't speak."
I said, "Billy..."
He said, "There's not many people there, daddy; a little bitty meeting."
I said, "I would put the same effort there if there was one hundred thousand." You see? I said, "Because that I'm duty bound by the love of God that constrains me to His church." You see?

L-14 And I've often thought what I would do with two drops of the literal Blood of Jesus Christ in a glass. What--how I'd hold it. I certainly want--wouldn't want to spill it. I'd hold it to my chest, and up to my heart, and say, "Lord God, how I appreciate this Blood." But in His sight I have a greater this afternoon. I've got the purchase of His Blood before me. He loved you better than He loved His own life.
Then how should I treat you? Honest, sincerely. And sin I must call out, no matter how bad it hurts you or I. I must do everything that I can to be honest and upright, and a servant to Christ.

L-15 Back with my story. The little girls, they had... I couldn't sleep. So I just got up, went out in the living room, and set down in a chair. And about daylight I heard down in the children's room, the bed turned a little bit, and Becky woke up. She looked out, and she seen it was daylight. Off went the cover, and down through the hall she come real quick. She seen me setting there. And little Sarah woke up when Becky got up. And Sarah was a little bitty fellow then, about four years old; and Becky was about eight, nine. So Sarah...
Our children wear hand-me-downs. You know, one from the oldest gets something, then it goes on down through the family. So Sarah was wearing Becky's pajamas; and it's--it's them rabbit--rabbit-footed pajamas, big... And that little bitty foot of Sarah's in Becky's big-footed pajamas... And so, she couldn't keep up with her. And them big rabbit feet flopping, you know.
And Becky beat Sarah to me. And so, she jumped up on my lap, threw both arms around my neck, and begin hollering, "Daddy." 'Course, that makes your heart swell out. And she turned around, and Sarah was just getting around, them little black eyes a coming, you know, just as hard as she could. And she seen Becky had beat her, and the poor little fellow, she seemed so disappointed. So she looked around.


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