<TITLE>02. Par 12-20</TITLE>L-12   I said, "Now, if you watch the little flower." This was along about October. I said, "The seeds... We've had frost now, and--and they knocked the little seeds out. And the flower died, and the little seeds turned back to the earth. And God is having a funeral service, in these fall rains, these great big drops of tears dropping from the skies, burying them. And coming up through Kentucky," I said, "Other day, upon the big chest of the mountains, He set out his bouquets across the earth, the leaves red, brown, yellow." See?

L-13 And He is in bereavement because the little seeds is dead, and He's buried them beneath the ground. And He knows, just as sure as that earth comes back around with the line of the sun again, every one of them will rise up again. But it's just a routine He goes through, to speak to us, that there is a resurrection.

L-14   Now we notice the sun. It's born of a morning, and it's a little baby when it's born. It's supposed to warm the earth and resurrect the seeds that's in the ground. And that, at about eight o'clock, it starts off to grammar school. And about ten or eleven o'clock, it's out. It's got its education. At noontime it's in its middle age. Two o'clock in the afternoon, it's striking my age. Five o'clock, it's my father's age, and sister back there. And after while, that glorious thing that lit up the earth, served God's purpose, dies out yonder in the West. Is that the end of it? It's born anew, rises up the next morning again. See? God, in every phase!
I took about twenty minutes, just explaining what all that was.

L-15   Now, you see, then. I said, "Why?" There's one requirement. And I love to say this in a church like this. There's one requirement that's required there. No matter how beautiful the seed is, it must be germitized. It's got to be germitized. And if it does serve God's purpose, it is germitized, because the bee packs the pollen, and so forth.

L-16 Now we find out, what if the little lily, if it... pretty, toiled day and night, opened up its little self, and the bee come by and just took its honey, just as free as anything. Didn't say a word about it. And it toiled just to give out its honey. And then the passerby sees its beauty. And just keeps itself pretty, so the pass-by can see it, loves beauty. The one who desires its fragrance breathes it in freely, and the little lily toils just to make itself benefit on the earth, see, to produce honey, beauty, and funeral flower, whatever it's used for, wedding flower, anything. It just gives its little self freely. And when it dies, it rises up again next year. See? Everything.

L-17 What if the little stalk of corn would say, "I'm so sorry. There's nothing pretty about me. And I didn't have no honey to give out. I didn't have this, that, or the other."

L-18 But then the Master of all of it say, "Yes, but the little lily couldn't make corn flakes either." See? We all--we all have a--a thing that we do. We serve God in the category that we're put in, and it comes back just the same.

L-19   Now, in the face of all that, I said, "Here is little Mother Ford, as I know her. She washed my little dirty face when I was a little kid, a many time. They was as poor as poor could be. But she was born a female, a lovely girl. And if she was born a female, that was for a purpose, to have a mate, a male. And she did. A loyal mate she was. She lived with her husband for some sixty years, or better, and a loyaler woman wasn't born, as I know of, a real lady. Being that she was that in the union, they were to have children.

L-20 "Here is her nice, fine children setting here, just as lovely. You children would never want a better mother. Or, would you? See? No. Her husband could not want a better wife."


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