<TITLE>15. Par 160-174</TITLE>L-160   Let's look at Him, what He is doing now. He is Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today, and forever, the same Jehovah God that was made manifest in Him. "At that day you'll know that I was in the Father, and the Father in Me; I in you, and you in Me." God condescending from a Pillar of Fire, to a Man; and from that Man's sacrificed life, the Blood that cleansed us and come down into us, to fellowship again, to pull out a church for an Eden again.

L-161 Why? Now quiet just a minute. What did this to that woman? She was a professed religionist, but her heart was hungering to see something real. She wanted something real.

L-162 If you're hungering to see something real, God will show it to you. You'll always find what you're looking for.

L-163   It reminds me, as all you people know that I... I was talking to my friend back here, Brother Brown, a while ago. I remember Sister Brown is here somewhere, he said; bless her. How I lived with them people down there in them first days of my ministry! And Brother Brown is kind of a full-fledged brother to me, 'cause he likes to hunt. Sister Brown bought him a new Browning automatic shotgun. I asked him if he still had it. He said, "Yes." I'm going to convert him to a rifle, one of these days, get away from that old splatter thing.

L-164   Now notice. But in hunting, I used to go up in the north woods to hunt deer, way up, New Hampshire and Maine, and it's the home of the white-tailed deer. And I had a partner up there, I hunted with. And he was a fine hunter, about a quarter-blood Indian. And you didn't have to worry about him; you ain't going to lose him, he knows where to go to. And he was a fine hunter. We would separate, and places we'd meet across them white mountains and great jungles, but we'd find one another. And we wasn't trailwalkers; we hunted. I loved to hunt with Bert.

L-165 He was a dandy hunter, but he was the meanest man I ever seen. That man had a heart in him like stone. He was cruel. He had eyes looked like a lizard, and he--he--he was just mean, just simply mean. And he used to like to shoot fawns, that's the little baby deer, just to make me feel bad. He would kill these little fawns, and I'd say, "Bert, aren't you ashamed to do that?"

L-166 And he would say, "That's just the way with you preachers, you're too chicken-hearted."
I said, "Bert, that's not chicken-hearted. That's being cruel."

L-167   Now, it's all right, the--the--the sex of the deer or the size. If the law says you can kill a fawn, go ahead and kill it. Well, Abraham killed a calf and fed it to God. Wasn't nothing wrong with the baby deer.

L-168 But just to kill them and leave them lay there, just to be mean, that's murder. And I don't like that, and I would tell him. I would say, "Bert, you are my friend, and I like you, and you're a good hunter. You're a good gunman, good shot, dead shot." I said, "I love you, but--but you're--you're--you're cruel."

L-169 And he would say, "Oh, Billy, if you wasn't a preacher, you would be a good hunter."

L-170 And I said, "Listen, Bert, you can be human about this." I said, "That's wrong."

L-171 He said, "You..." I was a game warden for years, you know. And he said, "You, you stayed in conservation too long."
I said, "No, I never."

L-172   And so one day I went up there to go hunting. It was a little late in the season. I had been holding some meetings. And the snow had already come, about six inches, a good tracking snow. And I met Bert, and he said, "Say, Billy, I got something new for you.
And I said, "What?"

L-173 He pulled out of his shirt a little whistle, and he blowed this little whistle. And it sounded like the little baby deer calling for its mammy, you know, just a little fawn, that little bleat they give.

L-174 And I said, "Bert, you don't mean to tell me that you would--you would do that?"
He said, "Oh, get next to yourself, preacher."


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