<TITLE>14. Par 100-104</TITLE>L-100 When I went into--into Rome, and was down at the San Angelo, the catacombs, it was a shocking. When I stepped out of my hotel and went down to where it's that place called, "Three Coins in a Fountain," the women on the street, of how immoral. The women walk out and asking you to take them out on a date, all sorts, sizes, and kinds. And I forget how many come to Billy and I and Brother Baxter, before we could get down to the pool, and the man from the TWA that was showing us around. I said, "Does those women have to live like that?"

L-101   Said, "No. When the soldiers were over here, they got used to it. And, yet, they got a good job, yet they continue on."
But even in a place like that, when I got to the spot of San Angelo, the great big sign there, out from the Vatican, that said, "A notice to American women! Please put on clothes before you come in and to give honor to the dead."

L-102 I seen an American girl get off in Paris, where it's, actually, one of our fashions used to come from Paris. But that girl was so immorally dressed, with her father and her mother, until soldiers that was working out there dropped their picks and shovels, and run up there and looked over the scene, to watch this American girl pass.

L-103   We set the pace of fashions. Where, it used to be Paris, but now they come here to get the vulgar, lowdown filth. And this nation, where a revival has just passed through, of the baptism of the Holy Spirit, with the lovely Lord Jesus showing His signs and wonders of mercy, and of speaking as it was in the days of Noah, and the light's a flashing from side to side. A God that can raise the dead from his bed; a God that can heal the sick; a God that can tell things before it comes to pass, and make it perfect on the dot, every time, without failing. And you can preach to our women in America, and they get worse every year. Bombay, I mean...

L-104   In Durban, South Africa, where there was some two hundred thousand natives gathered out to the meeting, when the great miracle that God performed. And I seen thirty thousand blanket natives. Women standing there with a four-inch clout of beads only in hanging down in front. And the man, no clothes on, the four-inch clout. Naked! A blanket that they slept on, a goat skin; they're given it, to them, when they're a certain age; and then they live in that, sleep in that, wrap up in that, and die and buried in it, in a corral somewhere.


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