<TITLE>18. Par 178-188</TITLE>L-178 And they've hollered here, Russia did, not long ago, about having a man in space, had the first man in space. Oh, how far they are behind! We've had One in space for two thousand years. My! Glory! We're going up with Him, some of these days, Him. Sure!

L-179 But, you see, it's a rat race, like. And here they begin to carrying on, and then Satan begin to blow his old poison breath upon them, "The days of miracles is past. There's no such a thing as Divine healing. Where is your Master now? Here is somebody in your congregation, that's sick, and look like you can't do nothing for them." See, just rockety-rock. You know what? They had a meeting the other day, and we understand that they're going to take, in our minutes or in our church, they're going to, they're going to cross out Divine healing. Lot of the churches are doing that, don't believe it any more. Many pastors don't do it.

L-180   How fortunate you people are to have pentecostal pastors that will stand for the thing that Christ stood for.

L-181 One of our great Pentecostal denominations just recently made a statement, that, before they can send their missionaries out, they have to go before a psychiatrist, to see if their IQ is high enough yet. Oh, if that ain't Pentecost!

L-182 I wonder how much education Peter would have had if they had tried him there? That wasn't... That even wasn't considered. It wasn't how much IQ they had. It's how much power of the Holy Ghost they had, to demonstrate the power, what kind of a life they were living. Certainly.
Now, we find out that the poison winds has begin to blow. It's got the little ship off on something another.

L-183   And now remember, I do appreciate all God does for us. I appreciate we got new cars. I appreciate we've come out of--out of rags, into good clothes. I appreciate that. But, you see, when we start getting those things... We got great big churches.

L-184 Used to be, your fathers, our fathers, our early fathers, stood out here on the street, and laid the rest of the night in jail, for having a testimony meeting. They had a little old store down there, that the bugs had almost packed away, in a rat-infested den. They let him have it for two dollars a week. Then he'd go down there, start up, and the sheriff would arrest the whole bunch before the night was over. That's the way they had to fight it

L-185 And now we got the biggest churches in the town, the best-dressed crowds, and everybody else coming. But where is that old-fashion, God-sent, Holy Ghost power that they had back there? Something wrong somewhere. Somewhere, something wrong. We're living too... We're too soft.

L-186   Man is becoming soft. They're becoming hybrids. That's right. You take fifty years ago, the--the game of baseball, you never heard of an accident. Now they kill a dozen a year. Hit one, he's just like a guinea, knocks him out, he's dead.

L-187 Look at Bob Fitzsimmons, and--and Corbett, John L. Sullivan, and those men who fought as many as a hundred and twenty-five rounds in an afternoon. And a round wasn't two or three minutes, it was a knockdown. Knock one another down, twenty-five times in an afternoon, all along. They didn't have a featherbed over their hands like the boxers has today. They was bare-fisted. Could take a four inch punch and bust a two-by-four with their hands. They could stand it. They were men.

L-188 And now these little, so-called, vitamin-fed rickys, they got a featherbed on. And they got, will have to stop the whole boxing thing. It's got soft. Man has got soft. Nothing in him no more. He's a great big giant-looking thing, but what is it? A bunch of blubber. Just exactly what the Bible said, "They grow weaker but wiser." It's true. Hybrid!


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