<TITLE>19. Par 189-201</TITLE>L-189 Anything I despise is hybrid. I seen a piece in Reader's Digest. If they keep on feeding women and things, this hybrid food, that in twenty years from now the whole generation of people will be become extinct. The women is getting wide-shouldered, narrow hips. They can't have their babies and things. Hybrid!

L-190 Talk about hybrid corn. There's nothing to it. What is it? A great big fine grain, but nothing in it. Take that hybrid corn and plant it back, you don't get nothing. It's done, crossing up anything.

L-191 And that's exactly what the church has become, a bunch of hybrids. It's the truth. They've crossed up the baptism of the Holy Ghost with church affiliation, and they got a bunch of soft-peddled, so-called, professed Christians that know no more about God than a rabbit knows about snowshoes. You know that's the truth. What we need today is a God-sent, back to a born-again experience of the Bible. Hybrid! They say it looks better. That's what they've got. We got bigger buildings, better-dressed crowds. But what have we got? We got a bigger ear of corn, but there's no life in it. We got a bigger church and a better-educated class of people, but where's the Life at? They can't reproduce themselves again.

L-192   Like a mule. I always felt sorry for a mule. A mule don't even know... He has no pedigree. His mama was a mare, and his daddy was a donkey. He can't even have children, himself. They can't reproduce them, no more. You can't cross it back.

L-193 That knocked science out, said, evolution said that we come from a monkey. How could we? When you cross it up one time, it can't cross back again. That knocks their argument out. That's right. It cannot.

L-194 Notice. And this old mule, he don't know. He don't. He don't know nothing. And all he knows, he's just a mule. He always looks... He set there with his big old ears sticking up, you know. And you go to talk to him, you can't learn him nothing. You can't teach him a thing. He just look at you, go, "Haw! Haw!" That's all he does.

L-195 Puts me in the mind of a bunch of people that set there like some of this mule, hybrid religion we got. "Days of miracles is past. Haw! Haw! Haw!" What does he know about It? That's right. He don't know. He don't know who his papa was. Only thing he knows, they belong to some denomination.

L-196   But I love a genuine thoroughbred, pedigreed horse. He knows who his papa was, who his mama was, who his great-grandpa, great-grandma. He knows who they was, 'cause he's pedigreed.

L-197 And I like a genuine pedigreed Christian. He knows where he come from, for the original baptism of the Holy Ghost on the Day of Pentecost. Glory to God! He is pedigreed and sealed by the Kingdom of God.

L-198 Say, is Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today, and forever? The old mule will holler, "Oh, in a way, in a way."

L-199 But a pedigree will say, "Amen."...?... You believe in Divine healing? "Amen." A genuine experience of God will punctuate every promise with an "amen." Glory!

L-200 I didn't aim to do that. Let's start back. Where was I at? In a testimony meeting. Notice. I'll leave that to your pastors. All right.

L-201   Notice, a great storm begin to take place. Doubt begin to come in. Flusterations begin to come in. That's what's happened, see, hybrid back again. You know what? A genuine original plant, you don't have to spray it. No, sir. Bugs won't even get on it. It's that hothouse plant that you have to spray.


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