<TITLE>02. Par 13-21</TITLE>L-13 This is written, I believe, in the little book called Jesus Christ The Same Yesterday, Today, And Forever, or either it was in the little book called I Was Not Disobedient To The Heavenly Vision.

L-14 And laying on the porch, I suddenly was awakened, and a burden come on my heart for my father. As, many of you people here of the city knew my father. I think he was a great man, though he was a sinner. And, but he had a bad habit, that I tried to fight against that thing as hard as I could, through the age, that's, drinking. And that night he was drinking. And I woke up with a great burden on my heart for him. And just with my pajamas on, slipped on my trousers, my pajama shirt left on; I wandered out through this broom sedge field, to just about where this stands now, and I knelt down to pray for my father.

L-15 And while I was praying and asking God to save him and not to--to let him die a sinner, that I loved him; and while I was in prayer, I raised up to look up towards the east from here, and there was a vision. And standing just above me, many of you knows the vision, was the Lord Jesus.

L-16 Now, I'm not allergic to illusions, as I know of. But visions are real. And there stood the Lord Jesus, the first time I had ever saw Him in a vision of that type. He was just about, oh, probably ten feet above my head, standing in mid-air, with one foot just making a step. He had on a white garment, a fringe around the side of it. He had hair down to His shoulders. He looked to be about, a Man about what the Bible said He was, about thirty. But, a small, thin-built Fellow, very small, looked like He wouldn't weigh over a hundred and thirty pounds.

L-17 And I looked, and I thought there was something, that I might be wrong. So I--I rubbed my eyes and--and looked up again. And He was standing kind of sideways, kind of a profile of His face. And the looks of His face, which I've always seen in the visions, has been like Hofmann's head of Christ at thirty. That's the reason I have that in my house, on my literature, wherever I can put that, because that's the way it looked, more like that. Only, He seemed to be small.

L-18 And as I was looking up at Him, I thought, "Surely I'm not looking at my Lord standing there." And I was kind of, I'd say, in this position, and maybe right where this, under where this pulpit is at now. Somewhere, it was right in this vicinity, within, with a radius of where I'm standing, the best I could measure off, within forty or fifty yards of somewhere around in this district here, this circle.

L-19 And I looked up, and He was standing there. And I bit my finger, to see if I was asleep. You know how you... Just seems like it couldn't be so. And I was just young in the Lord then, about six months I had been preaching. I bit my finger. I took the broom sedge and broke it off. And many of you people who live in the country, know what that little toothpick, like, is in the broom sedge. I begin to chew on that. And I said, "It--it can't be. I'm a-dreaming. There is my home. There is father, mother, and the children there. There is the old brick house pond that used to stand down here, where I used to hunt ducks, just about two hundred yards beyond this. And here I am standing in the field; it's got to be so."

L-20 I kicked against the ground, stomped my feet a little bit, and shook my head, and--and wrung my hands, looked up again; looked away, looked again, and there He was, standing there. And the wind started to blow, and I seen the broom sedge blowing. And when it started blowing, His garments blew with it. Like the clothes hanging on a line, it begin to--to flip. He was standing there. I looked at it.

L-21 And I thought, "If I could just get a look at His face!" And He was watching east, right this a way. He was watching it, tensely. And I moved, to step around, to get a close look at His face. And I still couldn't see Him very well. He had His hands in front of Him, rather hid from where I was standing.


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