<TITLE>35. Par 348-358</TITLE>L-348 Notice, notice this. There was an auction one time, and they got an old fiddle up. You've heard it many times. An old violin; and the auctioneer said, "What am I offered for it?" I may not have this just right, according to the poem. It's been many, many years, but it comes on my mind. And they picked up the old fiddle, it didn't look very much; looks crummy, everything. He couldn't even get a bid on it. Finally, I think he got a bid for a dollar, or something like that.

L-349   And there was one standing there that didn't think it ought to sell for that, so he went and picked it up. He struck it in his hands, and picked up the bow and rosined it, and he played a tune. And when he did, everyone started crying. They never heard such music in their life.
Then the auctioneer said, "What am I offered?"

L-350 "Two thousand!" "Five thousand!" "Ten thousand!" See? What was it? The master's hand revealed what was veiled in the old instrument.

L-351 Same now! The old Book, It's ragged, It's been laughed at, burnt, made fun of. But the time has come that they got a denominational auction, the World Council of Churches. They're selling It like nobody's business. There is a denominational auction coming.

L-352   But, remember, there is something in the old Book that promised that there would be a predestinated, ordained hand come one day, that would pick It up and make the Word of this Book, through a predestinated heart, to the task that It's made for, reveal the promises that's in It. It might look, oh, like an old bunch of holy-rollers, or something other; but just takes the Master's hand, the Word on It, to reveal that Word, and it becomes more than a holy-roller. It's become that to every one of us, hasn't it, friends? It's not a bunch of fanaticism. It depends on whose hand the bow is in.
Let us pray.

L-353   Our Heavenly Father, by faith today I see the Master of the old Book, that they have swapped for traditions. They swapped It for denominations. They tried to trade It off. Now they're trading It for a--a World Council of man, of churches, communistic, atheistic. The auction is on, Lord.

L-354 God, step forth! Surely, You will. Send us that prophet, Lord, that picks up that bow, that picks up this Word and proves that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Many, Lord, will sell their lives, they'll throw away the old traditions, they'll break the veils. They want It, Lord. They'll give anything, anything, just give them Jesus.

L-355 Lord, I think You've proved It to them now. They come from everywhere. They spend their livings. They do everything, to try to get to the meetings, to do all they can, because they've found that Pearl of great price. Other things are very little. Bless them, Father.

L-356   Laying on this pulpit, this morning, Lord, lays handkerchiefs. Maybe some of them will have to leave today, before the healing service tonight. O Eternal God, look down. I know You're here, You're veiled. And I'm sending these little veils, Lord, called "handkerchiefs," and little "aprons," and little "booties" for little babies. And I'm sending them as little veil tokens, that Your Word has been preached over it this morning, and, as a believer, I lay my hands upon them, my body, a signifying that I believe It. And, by faith, each one in this building is doing the same, Lord. May the sick get well.

L-357   You can stroke the--the Word from here, Lord, like the old violinist did to the violin, make it so, Lord. Make it play the right tune, bow in the Master's hand, then we'll see Him standing in full view.

L-358 How those people must have thought that day, when they wouldn't give nothing, when they didn't give nothing for the old violin. They didn't want it. They wouldn't have it in their house. But when once picked up by the one who could master it, then they sold everything they had, to get it. They were fussing and fighting over it. It was too late then.


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