<TITLE>15. Par 177-188</TITLE>L-177   There was Elijah in the time that all the women cut their hair, like Mrs. Kennedy and them does today. Painted their faces, a Jezebel. A king and all the people went worldly; the church did, too. And God sent in a prophet, by the name of Elijah, to condemn that thing. After he had got old and tired, he was ready to go Home, he didn't even have to die. His pay off come, also, God just sent him down a chariot and some horses, and packed him on up into the Heavens.

L-178 Stephens, who stood at the Sanhedrin, spoke out to them and said, "Oh, you stiffnecks, uncircumcised in heart and ears, rejecting the policy, you always resist the Holy Ghost. Like your fathers did, so do you." At his death, he had a pay off. He looked up and saw Heavens opened, Jesus standing on the right side.

L-179   Moody, the last days, about a hundred years ago, a little Chicago shoe cobbler, could hardly write his name. Paper sent to interview Moody, one time. His ministry was so outstanding, they wanted to see him put in the paper what made it; what was about Moody, what kind of a preacher he must be, and a dynamic preacher. So they sent for an interview, to write in their editorial. And Moody couldn't even read it after they wrote it, so his manager had to read it for him. And he said...

L-180 Here is the way the editorial read. It said, "Why anybody would go to hear Dwight Moody preach, it's more than I can say." Said, "The first thing, he is the ugliest man I ever seen, baldheaded and whiskers hanging down." And said, "He's as--he's as big around as he is tall." And said, "When he tries to preach, he can't read. And he whines when he preaches, talks through his nose, and lisps."

L-181 When he got through, Mr. Moody just shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Sure not. They come to see Christ." So that was it. No matter what the critics was, he held a policy.

L-182 And when he was dying, and the doctor said, "That's death that struck, Mr. Moody."

L-183 He raised up, he said, "You call this death? This is my coronation day." See? He held the policy.

L-184   My good friend, Paul Rader. When I was a little boy, I was--I was ordained in the Missionary Baptist church, and Paul Rader was a Missionary Baptist also, so, Fort Wayne, when I used to go hear him preach. Later, got over here on the West Coast and got so much trouble, and finally it's trouble till he got sick, finally led to cancer, and he was dying. Him and Luke had went together all their life, stuck together like my son and I.

L-185 So when Paul was dying, the Moody Bible Institute sent down a quartet, and they were standing there. Paul had a sense of humor. And he was... The little mighty... little Moody Bible Institute, with this choir, had sent down there, or a quartet, and they were singing, "Nearer, My God, To Thee."

L-186 Paul turned over and throwed the sheet off of him. He said, "Who is dying, me or you?" See? He said, "Raise up them shades, and sing me some good snappy Gospel songs." And they begin to sing:
Down at the cross where my Saviour died,
Down there for cleansing from sin I cried;
There to my heart was the Blood applied;
Glory to His Name!

L-187 Paul said, "Where is my brother, Luke?" Luke was in the next room. He didn't want to see his brother die. Said, "Tell him to come here."

L-188 So Luke walked in. Many of you knew him, big heavyset fellow. He walked in. Paul reached out his hand, laying on the bed, and took Luke by the hand and looked up in his face, said, "Luke, we've come a long ways together. But think of it, Luke; in five minutes from now I'll be standing in the Presence of Jesus Christ, clothed in His righteousness." Holding his brother's hands, his policy paid off.


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