<TITLE>19. Par 213-227</TITLE>L-213   If I could call Fanny Crosby tonight, say, "What do you think about Him? Was He a prophet, or what He was?" She'd say this:
Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Thou the stream of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Or whom in Heaven but Thee?

L-214 Praise God! God was in His Son, reconciling the world to Himself.

L-215 God in His universe! God in His Word! God in His Son! Yes, sir. Now, God in His people!

L-216   You believe God was in His universe? [Congregation says, "Amen."--Ed.] God is in His Word? ["Amen."] God was in His Son? ["Amen."] Now what about God in His people? ["Amen."] Amen. Oh!

L-217 "A little while and the world seeth Me no more," said Jesus. "Yet ye shall see Me; for I'll be with you, even in you, to the end, to the consummation. I'll be in you, the same yesterday, today, and forever." Yes, sir. What kind of a people should we be?

L-218   Reminds me of a story. Here not long ago, down in the South, we used to buy slaves, colored people. The Boers brought them over and sold them; the Dutch. And they were sold in America here for slaves. It's wrong.

L-219 Never was intended for men to rule over one another. We have one God. The color of the man's skin has nothing to do with his soul. We all come from one blood. A yellow man can give a black one a transfusion of blood, and so a black man give you, the white man. We're... God, of one man, made all nations, yes, sir, out of one man. But they've always... God made man; man made slaves. It never was right, in the beginning.

L-220   They used to come around and sell them, like a used car lot. They have these old-fashion homes and plantations, and they come there to get these slaves. Buyers would come by, brokers, to pick them up. One day a broker come by a certain plantation. He said, "Well, how many slaves you got?"
Said, "About three hundred."
Said, "I'd like to take a look at them." He went out.

L-221 And they were sad. They was away from their home. They never--they never know how to... They know they'll never go back home again. They never see daddy. They never see mother. The mothers would never see the children. It was a sad thing. And they'd whip them with whips, to make them work; try to drive them, to make them work.

L-222   But, they noticed one young fellow on there, they didn't have to whip him. His head was up, his chin up; walked around, all the time, just right at the dot.
That broker said, "I want to buy that slave."
The owner said, "But he's not for sale."

L-223 He said, "What's the difference of that man?" Said, "Is he the boss over them all?"
He said, "No." Said, "He's a slave."

L-224 Said, "Maybe you feed him different than you do the other."
Said, "No. He eats in the galley, like the rest of the slaves."

L-225 Said, "What makes him so much different than the other slaves?"

L-226 He said, "I wondered, too, till I found out. Over in the homeland in Africa where they come from, his father is the king of the tribe. And though he's an alien, yet he knows he's a king's son." That's his character. He wanted to act like his father.

L-227   Oh, what a disgrace it is today, that men and women who claim to be sons and daughters of God, with the nature of God in them; ministers in the pulpit, claiming to be sons of God; and deny that there is a Divine healing, denying there's an operation of the Holy Spirit. What a shame it is for our sisters who claim to be saints of God, cutting off their hair, and putting their clothes off, and acting the way they do! How a shame it is for our churches, permit men that's married two or three times, to be deacons on the board and things! What a disgrace it is!


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