<TITLE>02. Par -</TITLE>L-2-4 There'll be several ministers here will be speaking New Years night, plumb on till midnight, and--and we invite such ministers to come and speak. The Lord willing, I want to be one of them that's something to say on New Years night.
And then next Sunday, I thought I would bring up a line of things that's being done--that's been done: show how God is dealing with His people, and bring it right up into a climax here at the church.
And many of you are wondering about this income tax affair that we've been going through with; it's settled. And so I want to tell you how that happened also. And I think it would be--to have to tell it over again next Sunday, so I'll just wait till next Sunday, and try to speak to you a little bit this morning out of the Word. See? And next Sunday, I will--will try to, if God willing, to tell you how it all come about, and bring to you each one of the things that the Lord said, and watch it hit just exactly to its spot, just placed exactly to the spot. See? He does not tell anything wrong.

L-3-1 But now, one thing that I wish to say this morning that I probably won't--will not next Sunday, is concerning something that happened yesterday. I was a little reluctant on coming in this morning, because I really--kind of torn up, so that I--I don't feel much like it; but being that I'm here, well, I'll try the best that I can.

L-3-2 Night before last I had company, Brother and Sister Sothmann (as we know here, one of the trustees of the church and his wife) came up to visit wife and I. And we were speaking on the oncoming meetings in Phoenix, and around, if it'd be the will of the Lord. And we were up till about ten-thirty, I guess; and I went to bed somewhere around eleven. And sometime in the night, I dreamed a dream. And in this dream, I seen someone that was supposed to be my father: a great huge man. Just representing, figuratively speaking, my father. I seen a woman. Didn't look my mother; but yet, she was supposed to be my mother. And this man that was supposed to be like the father, the husband of this woman, was cruelly mistreating her. Insomuch that he had a great chunk of wood, and he'd hold her up like this and strike her with this chunk of wood, and she would fall out and go down. And then--and then after while she'd get back up again, and he'd walk around and take a notion to strike her again; he'd strike her again. And I was standing off at a distance watching it.

L-3-3 Finally, I just got fed up on it. And I was way smaller than this man, was supposed to be like my father. So I walked up to him, and put my finger in his face, and I said, "Don't strike her again." And when I did, something begin to happen. My arms begin to pulsate, and I got great big, brawny muscles. I never seen such muscles. And I--I just took the man by the collar and said, "Don't strike her again. And if you do, you'll have to deal with me if you strike her again." And the man got scared of me and left her alone.
I woke up. Well, laying there just in a moment, of course the interpretation of that come. That was, of course, the woman, figuratively speaking is the church, which is kind of the mother. The father is the denomination over her, that dominates over the church like the husband over the wife. And it's these denominations striking that church and don't even let her get on her feet like that. Just every time she tries to get up, or do something, the--the people in there, the denomination strikes her down. And it just means to put some--some faith muscles out here to keep sticking my finger out there and say, "You're dealing with me." You see? 'Cause there's some people in there that belongs to God. And that was all right.


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