<TITLE>17. Par 188-199</TITLE>L-188 And I seen the hunter pull his rifle; and he was a dead shot. And I turned my head. I couldn't look at it. I thought, "How can that cruel-hearted man blow the heart plumb through that precious loyal heart beating for her baby? How can he blow her heart out of her?" And I knowed that that big hundred-and-eighty-grain mushroom bullet would swept her heart plumb through her, at that distance. I thought, "How can he do it?" And I turned my back, to keep from looking at it.

L-189   And I started praying. I said, "Heavenly Father, how can that man be so cruel? That precious mother, she can't help that. She isn't putting on a show. She is genuine. And she is--and she is a mother, and she is called, trying to find her baby. Though it cost life, her baby is in trouble." And I was praying, to myself, listening at anytime to hear that hammer fire, fall, and that gun blow. And I was just standing there holding myself like this, praying.

L-190 I waited, waited. The gun didn't go off. I waited just a moment. And I turned around to look, and he was going like this. He couldn't hold the gun still. I looked around at him.

L-191 He looked up to me. His expression was changed. Them lizard eyes had dropped to something else. Tears was dropping off his cheeks. He throwed the gun on the ground. He said, "Billy, I've had enough of it. Lead me to that Jesus you're talking about."

L-192 There on that snowbank, that afternoon, I led that cruel-hearted man to Jesus Christ. Why? Because he seen something real, something that wasn't put on, something that was genuine.

L-193   Oh, this hungering world is looking for something real, something that's not put on, something that's genuine, that's born of God, that comes from the Bible. Wouldn't you, this afternoon, mother, brother; wouldn't you, Christian, like to have Jesus Christ so in your heart, as much of the Spirit of God in your heart, that would drive you to do such loyal things as that deer did her baby? Wouldn't you like to be that kind of a Christian? Would you like to have that type of salvation that would... you... death or nothing else, and just the--the love of God in your heart, like she had the love of her baby?

L-194   Now the only way it can be. You can't do it by joining a church. You can't do it by putting your name on a book. It's got to be real. It's got to be genuine. It's. got to be a birth. It's got to change you, from just a make-belief, to a genuine Christian.

L-195 You said, "Do you think the love could be that great? Do you think He could love me?"

L-196 He said, "A mother might forget her suckling babe, but I can never forget you. Your names are engraved on the palms of My hand."

L-197   God came to the earth, in the form of Man, and--and--and unfolded Himself, stretched His tent; from being Jehovah God, to become Man, to stand the shame and curse. Little Jehovah God in a manger, under a pile of manure, down there crying in a manger; God, the Creator of Heavens and earth, standing there in human flesh, to take the death of your sins upon Himself, that He might free you to be a more of a Christian than what that deer was a mother. How can you reject such matchless love? Then, besides that, He wrote His Word. That's enough. You couldn't take my word, you have to... it'd be all right, but not Him. He ascended on High and give gifts back to man. He come back in the form of the Holy Spirit, same God, to open your heart, by the atoning Blood.

L-198   "Be ye therefore perfect, even as Your Father in Heaven is perfect." None of us can be that. I don't look at what I am. I, I'm not worthy. You're not worthy. Who is worthy? I don't look at what I am; I look to what He is. He is the One that was looked at. He is my Sacrifice. I'm not worthy to stand here as a minister. If I counted my worthiness, I'd--I'd be in Hell, so would you. But we don't look to what we are.

L-199 You say, "I couldn't do that. I couldn't call. I couldn't touch God's garment. I couldn't do this."


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