A Burden for Souls — Rolfe Barnard

Christ as the Pattern for Every Christian

Sovereign God, to be the pattern for everybody that claims to be a child of God. My wife gets down in the middle of the floor sometimes and gets her cloth all fixed and then she gets a pattern down at the store and she pins here and fixes there and cuts there.

After a while she's cut out a piece of cloth according to the outlines of the pattern that she bought down at the store. And in the book of Timothy every child of God is told that Paul has been divinely appointed by God to be the pattern, you to try to be like Paul, you to try to be like Paul, you're not to adjoin and to multiply millions of Baptists today who are sitting on the step of take it easy and they'll tell you they're all right.

You to remember that Christ Jesus had twelve disciples and the only one of them that's dead sure he has saved is the one that betrayed the Lord. The other Latin, when the Lord said to them that one of you is going to betray me, knowing the evil in their own hearts, they said, Lord, is it I?

But old Judas, he is one of these no soul folks, I know I'm saved. You watch those folks, they're sure for hell as I'm preaching to you. That's not what the Bible teaches. That old Judas, he didn't say that, oh no sir, I'm all right, but he's the one that betrayed the Lord.

Christian Assurance and the Anchor of the Soul

Now the Bible says that a Christian is somebody that has laid hold on the hope that is set and says that hope we have as an anchor for the soul, which is sure and steadfast. And it acts as a strong consolation to everybody who has fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope that is set before us, which hope is now entered within the veil, whether our forerunner the Lord Jesus Christ has for us entered.

Now if your hope is in Christ, that's fine. But if you want to be, I know I'm saved. By that they mean they made a profession of faith once, and they switched that abacus from one job to another and saved.

Once saved, always saved. I'm going to heaven when I die. No, they ain't. They're going to hell. The Bible don't teach that. The Bible says anybody joined the Christ, married to him, united to him, a member of his body, a branch, and he's divine, amen, that person, he's saved.

But this gang of church members that you couldn't drag to a prayer meeting, couldn't keep out of the process, don't know what prayer is, don't know what witnessing is, it ain't talking about them. They haven't laid hold on Christ.

They just made a profession of faith and joined the church and going to hell. You believe that? That's so. And I don't read you about a testimony of a man who wrote the words about Christians of people who laid hold upon a hope.

See what I mean? I ain't just copying this generation of hell-raising Baptists are. They can go see grandma on the Lord's Day and claim to be a Christian. They can. This generation of so-called church people can start their vacation and travel all day on Sunday so they can get to wherever they're going to have their vacation and claim to be Christians.

This generation of church members can put their filthy hands on the first $10 out of the $100 that comes into their hands. God says that's mine. God doesn't say the Christians ought to tithe. The Christians that tithe is a disgrace.

That's all you do, you're just a disgrace. If you ever get saved, you'll start giving. The Bible talks about the Larry's giving. But I know lots of people in 36 years going up and down this country, swallowing a stack of Bibles, they're going to heaven when they die, and they don't even tithe.

Yet they say they're saved. They ain't saved, they're thieves. If God let them get to heaven, they'd take up the streets of gold and put it in that United States deposit box. That's right. You see, we've got a generation of church members now that break every law that God ever wrote and claim to be saved.

The Judgment of God's Holy Law

I'm talking about people who fled for refuge. Bloody, they got scared. They said, hell's a-poppin', I'm fixin' to fall into it. I don't want to have to deal with gospel or law at the judgment. It knows no mercy and no pity.

And every sinner is going to have to face God's eternal, holy, perfect, just, immutable law at the judgment. And there's not a bit of pity in God's law, and there's not a bit of mercy in God's law. And the penalty has got to be exacted.

You're looking at one person that doesn't want to come to the judgment and have to deal with the law of gospel. I don't want to have to deal with it. It kills everything it touches, and it'll damn your soul and send you to hell.

If you stand at the judgment guilty of breaking the holy law of God, I need somebody to be my substitute. I desperately need a Savior. If I can't be joined to him who is the Savior of sinners, I've got to be a sinner.

I've got to face that law and deal with it myself. I don't want to do that. I don't want a little push, a little help, a substitute to take my place. I must stand clothed in his righteousness for my Savior.

Paul's Sorrow for the Lost

I'll read you about a man who was set to be the pattern for every Christian. In the text of Romans, he gives us a testimony. I am frank to tell you that since you and I live in a country where nearly everybody says he's a Christian, the good question is, or any of us, some people, some of you I never saw before, and some I'll never see again, because you and you're in for a little something different.

I'm not the usual preacher. And you're going to have to die if you hear me, because no truth in the Bible can be accepted without you dying. You've got to die to take your truth. This generation of Church members never have even breathed their last breath in the claims of the Savior.

You can't understand the word of God. You have to die to everything and just take it by faith because God said it. That's right. And here's a passage that makes me wonder whether I'm saved or not. I ain't cocky as you are.

But here's a man who was set as a pattern for all foreigners and for you. And in his testimony in the first verse of chapter 9, he used this language that I don't pretend to understand. He says, I say the truth in Christ.

In the Holy Spirit I'm not fixing to say that thing that God gave every man, that rebukes you when you do wrong. It's the gift of God. He says, when I say what I'm fixing to say, my conscience bears me witness.

He said, Paul, you're telling the truth. What you so concerned, the next verse says, that to be the pattern forever Christian. And yet I go from place to place and I hear them talking about God's people need to be revived.

God's people need to have a burden for souls. And I say it ain't so. God's people have a burden for souls. This gang of church people all over this country, they don't give a hoot whether everybody goes to hell or not.

But I'm talking about God's people with a pattern. The Apostle Paul, if you was a child of God, you'd buy your Bible and you'd start paying a little attention to it, wouldn't you? And in it you'd find out that God didn't just put it in there to fill up a little space, that he means this.

Listen, if you dare, go around your tree and be a product of the grace of God and the child of a holy God. You take down your sign, honey, and go on to hell by yourself without trying to take anybody else with you.

Show this ungodly world some of the marks of a Christian. And one of the marks will be a heavy heart and a soft that never leaves you, brother. I have a great heaviness of heart. I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart.

What's the matter with you, Paul? My kinfolk are going to hell. I could wish that myself were accursed from Christ, my brethren, my kinsmen, according to the flesh. I don't pretend to know how to interpret that verse.

I expect if I knew the awfulness of it, I'd go crazy. But if Paul said I could wish, said if it'd get the job done, you'd just send me to hell, Christ. If that'd get my kinfolks, my Jewish brethren, after the flesh, if that'd stop them in their tracks and turn them into seekers after the Lord, he said, I'd gladly be sent to hell myself.

God help us. He's the man. That's the pattern for a Christian. And that sobers me. I could have skipped you like this. I said, oh, my. Yes, poor brother Barnaby. Preach all his life and be sent to hell.

I'm so glad I'm 58 years old. It's great to be brought up in this generation. Both God and I pray together. Where the nice roads and beautiful floors of our church buildings have never felt the drop of a tear coming from the wet eyes of God's people as they take time out in this day to day without their hearts and supplication to God, without pouring of the Holy Spirit.

Ladies and gentlemen, you are disgraced to the name of Christ if you're willing to pretend to go through the motions of having a revival effort without the greatest agony and intercession you ever experienced in your life.

As long as this generation of people think more of visiting until 8 o 'clock and make a beeline for the door as soon as the service is over to start cackling again. For nearly every Baptist congregation I have preached to, the minute the benediction is pronounced, they prove to you they didn't pay a bit of attention to what it said.

Don't give two hoots in hell about God or nobody else. They'll start asking about the corn crop as soon as you say it. They've turned little church houses like this into places where they visit about the baby that you feed and everything else.

There's no tears, there's no heartache, there's no concern. Kenneth said the person who does not live to save others hasn't met Christ himself, and he's right there. If the thing that's the biggest thing in your life is not your job or your family or anything else, but to see those for whom Christ died brought to him, you ought to quit going around there claiming to be a child of God.

That's right. That's right. That's right. God help us little knives, fat, self-satisfied, infidel Baptists that don't care. That too tough for you? You're guilty as dogs, and you're disgraced to the name of Christ.

To claim to be a Christian, that's somebody who belongs to Christ, and he loves souls to come and be spat upon and crucified. And we don't love them enough to take a little time off to weep over them.

Prayer, Holiness, and a Burden for Souls

I can backslide, that's not a Bible word, but I can backslide in the average family quicker than anywhere else, as well. Why, I'm talking to people here tonight, if God sentenced you to pray for five minutes you'd go crazy.

You couldn't pray five minutes to save your life. I'm talking to people here, you'd go nuts if you had to pray five minutes. Most of you couldn't pray a minute. Oh, you got a minute out you'd be thinking about the latest fuss you had with your wife or who's going to pay your banknotes or something.

You would. I'm pretty straight talking. But you see, I come here to represent a holy God and a Christ who died on the cross, and both of them meant business, and five times that we quit playing mumbo-jumbo and take down our sign or go to acting like we're a little like the Lord Jesus Christ.

And somebody says, well, we can't be like him. Well, we will be if we see when he gets through with us, but we could be like Paul because he's our human pattern. He is a human. I'm a human. And I'm not to be satisfied unless I've got a heavy heart, unless I've got a continual sorrow.

Amen? You see, my friends, we're living in a day now where they make a joke of hell, and five times people who claim to be Christians face the fact that hell ain't no joke. My wife and I went out to California four or five summers ago to see our daughter, and we drove.

And going into Las Vegas, Nevada, about 30 miles on any highway, going into that gaming and gambling and divorce center you know, Las Vegas, Nevada, about 30 miles before you get into the city, on all the major highways they told us, I asked about.

But on the highway we were going, we saw a sign board, 30 miles to hell. And we drove a little further, about two, three, four more miles, and we saw a sign, Join your friends tonight in hell. And we kept on driving into the city, going through it at least on the way to California, and every few miles we'd see another sign, Make poopy tonight in hell.

And lo and behold, finally we found out that they had a nightclub in Las Vegas, and the name of the nightclub was hell. And people were urged to make poopy tonight in hell, and join your friends tonight in hell.

And the tragedy of it is, some 80 some odd thousand people in the world will join their friends in hell while they're having this service. And they won't make much poopy, but you see the name nightclub now, after that word that the poor people are silent about.

And about the only time we hear it is somebody using it to cuss with. And this generation found out that God's too good to send anybody to hell, so we eat our big meals and live in our nice homes and come to our nice little churches and go through the motions and let people go to hell, unwept over, unprayed for, unloved, God help us.

God's Judgment and the Need for Repentance

I stand here tonight because God set his affection on me, and he sent a college professor after me, and that college professor wouldn't let me go to hell, he loved me. And he wouldn't leave me alone, he wouldn't leave me alone.

I've been in places where God's people shut the mind rooms off, and men would get in their cars and leave the tracks. They had to, or surrender to God. I'd love to see it happen right, meaning that this nice little church does.

Where everybody's enjoying themselves and going to hell together. Because I say it right now, this hell dinner doesn't have a nightclub and say join your friends in hell, but it's no joke. It's no joke.

Men and women, you know what hell is? Yes, yes, just exactly this. It is a place where the penalty of God's holy law is tested on men and women. Where men expect this indignation of men who live in his world and breathe his air and eat his food.

You can't even grow beans, God has to send the sunshine and the rain. You can't even plant trees, you can't even grow corn. This is his world, isn't that right? And men live in God's world, breathe God's air, and sit in the face of God's sun.

And when they come to the judgment field, they're sent to hell to experience forever the awful penalty. I don't want to face it. I don't want to have to live throughout it, beating on my back, throughout the regions of eternity, that's what hell is.

It isn't any joke. It isn't any joke. If you get mad at me, if you ever start getting your Bible and reading and facing some facts, you'll quit asking God to bless people now. What this generation needs for God to judge them, bring them to their knees.

God can't save a man until he judges him and the sinner trembles there under the righteous weight of God's holy law and realizes something of his awful condition. If I had a loved one sit asking God to bless him, I'd say, Lord, burn his home up, cripple one or two of his children, send his wife to the hospital, take his job away from him, do something.

Maybe he'd stop him thinking, not these anxieties, to go on blowing the smoke of his unbelief in the nostrils of a holy God. That's how I'm growing. What should you rather your boys do, have a little trouble in this life and go to heaven or get a long time and go to hell?

If we believed the Bible, we'd be saying, Oh, God, shut them up to where there's no hope, find nowhere else to go. For it's only then that men will lift up their eyes and look, for men will trust everybody for the will of God.

You know that. They'll trust their home or their children or their church or something. But men will never put their faith in God's Son until he takes everything away from them and leaves them in a position where their Holy Spirit can get a world in our lives and plant the gospel seed.

We need to start that kind of praying. That's right. That's right. I tell you what's the fact. This hell business isn't any joke. It isn't any joke. And I'm so glad I'm 58 years old and somebody loves me.

I'm so glad that I lived back yonder when they didn't pray, Oh, Lord, save the Lord. And somebody said, Oh, Lord, save us. I ain't never heard of the Lord saving people in mass. You know, I go up and down the land to call on some pious brother, and he says, If there's anybody in the service tonight that doesn't know Christ, please bless him.

Now, he'd just as well be out there in the back and drinking whiskey, playing mongrel tag. He don't give a hoot with him about saving us. If he did, he'd have got there on time and spied out some old sinner and sat beside him.

Yeah, he would. And pray for him while he's preaching. You wouldn't do that, no. But I'm talking about Christians. They're on the ball. They're looking for souls. For Christians know that no lost sinner is ever saved apart from a saved sinner going after him and seeking him and bringing him to Christ.

Personal Evangelism and Intercessory Prayer

That's God's truth. Somebody wouldn't let me go, brother. That old college professor, he waylaid me. He ambushed me. He prayed for me. He wept over me. I don't know why God laid me on that old professor's heart.

I just thank God he did. That professor couldn't save me, but he could fetch your weep over me. He couldn't save me, but he could fetch your ask God to save me. He couldn't set side for me, but he asked God to break my old stubborn will.

I thank God I'm as old as I am. I wish I didn't have this awful hurt. But I can't right now. I hate it. I'd hate to be some of you young folks. I expect you boys will just go right on to hell. Your mother don't give a hoot where you're saved or not.

Your daddy don't give a hoot. They wouldn't mind you being religious, but they don't want to be. They've been trying to frame this generation of church members. They don't know what it is. The old time mothers used to have a place to pray.

I've been in homes where the boys would show me the trail that mothers made. Where at a certain time of day she went and took her children to God. I've been in homes where the old man of the house had a certain time of day.

And come hell, he was at his place where he met God and took his children. We don't have that none today. Bless God, mothers and papas, deacons and preachers. No, we're out here with nice little people.

And we don't know what it is to weep for souls. We don't know what it is to cry unto God for strong supplications. Amen. I'm talking to you tonight. You said you want to have a revival effort. I'm talking to every member of this church.

Put a cry out there on top of that building. Say, the meeting's closed. Let the people around us go to hell. We haven't got time to weep over them. We haven't got time to pray for them. We haven't got time to put our arms around them.

We don't care. At least be honest. Do one or the other. It's an insult in God's back to him to bless us when we don't know what it is to weep over souls. It's still true that he that goes forth and does what weepeth, bearing precious seeds, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing bringing the seeds with him.

Your truth won't get in the way of it. Your argument won't get anywhere. But your tears is what God uses, not crocodile tears. But if you can't weep over lost people, for God's sake, quit claiming to be a Christian.

My Lord wept over a whole city, didn't he? I believe if I was a Christian, I could weep over one family, don't you? I believe we could. I believe we could. I tell you what, I tell you what, you had to go up and down the country like I do.

Revival Requires Prayer and Obedience

I told the grave landslide experience when the Holy Spirit just made a church over. It was amazing, not long ago. And then I went the next Monday night to start a meeting, just cold as an icicle. Why, man, they didn't even know how to spell the word prayer, much less engage in it.

You talk about weeping over souls, they thought I was crazy. And I asked to go into iceboxes like that, calling themselves Christian people, and to say, we're going to have revival. My God, there ain't nothing to revival.

You've got to have something around there that's got some heart, somebody that's got something to weep with, to shed precious tears and break sinners' hearts with the salt of the agony of their concern.

It's a tire. If I could do it, there's people down here from Pennsylvania, they want me to come up and start a school and be pastor of that church and pay them about twice as much money as I'm paid now, and I could sort of take it easy the rest of my life.

I couldn't do it. That's not my calling. I'd rather be doing what I'm doing. I hate everything about it, but it's all I'm good for. And you've got something God called you to do, and that's all you're good for.

And you're happy if you're doing it, and you're not happy if you're not. But I sometimes get awful tired in the flesh, but there I say, we're going to have revival. I haven't even wet the rug without tears.

I don't know what weeping for sinners is. I don't know what intercessory prayer is, but it's dragging a hold of God. And say yes in my boy's name. My heart broke when I said God's name. That don't mean get out on the street and use what we call cuss words.

That doesn't mean claim to be a Christian unless you are. Because a Christian don't wear his name. You've been given a new name, haven't you? He belongs to the Lord, and you represent him. You don't belong to yourself, don't you?

Now there are terrible things for me to go down the street and say I'm a Christian unless I am. Don't take the name of the Lord thy God in vain. I was going through the state of Alabama where I was born, and I headed somewhere.

I forget where. Alone in my car. And I got lost. I thought I got lost off of my big road. And I was going along, and I said I'd better stop and find out where I am. And I signed ahead, I was going to go through a town where I live, and I was about knee-high to a duck, and they done changed all the roads, and I was hanging around.

Forty, fifty years later, forty years later, and I thought I was lost. And I saw an old farmer with a one-mule plow, a Georgia stock. I don't know what that is. But he was plowing along, and I stopped in my car and waited until he got up to the central.

And I said I'd better wait for him, and I made myself acquainted with him, and I told him my name was Rob Farmer. And he told me his, and he scratched his head and said, Barnard, Barnard, Barnard. Oh, he said, Would you know a fellow named Jim Barnard?

I said, Well, Jim Barnard was my dad. He was a schoolteacher in Alabama. Oh, yes? He said, That's the one I told you about. And he had a big old shoulder back in his mouth, and he twisted over to the other side and gave a big spit and squinted his eyes, and he said, Well, Bob, I never seen you before.

But if you's Jim Barnard, boy, you're bound to be all right. See, he wasn't bragging on me. He was bragging on my daddy. God help you, bud. Going around here claiming to be a Christian, unless when people see you, they brag on your heavenly Father.

The Love of God in Christ

I said, Boy, you're bound to be all right, because you're a child of God. Ain't you? That humbled me. That humbled me. My daddy's the best man I've ever met yet. Greatest Christian personality I've ever seen.

Yes, I'm a little prejudiced because he's my daddy, but he walked with the Lord.

And that old father knew it, and he just figured.

That if Jim Barnard was my daddy, I'm bound to be all right. First of all, my good God, by heavenly Father, through faith in his only begotten Son,.

We're a member of his family. We're bound to be all right.

We mustn't take the name of the Lord. The thing that's drying up our churches and the fiction to go out of business, honey, don't you kid yourself. God ain't going to put up with this stuff we've been calling Christianity forever.

We're headed for judgment like we never dreamed of. And the only way it'll be a verse is if there are any Christians in our churches who can go to action a little bit like Christ. There's one thing that's certain about the Lord Jesus Christ.

He didn't leave heaven to come down there and be spit upon and crucified just for a little exercise. He came down here because God so loved the world. Right? He didn't come down here to condemn the world, but he came down here that the world threw him out to save.

To be a little like the Lord. I was up in Boston, Massachusetts. First time I'd ever been in New England, being from the South, they found it a little difficult to understand me. I found it very difficult to understand them.

They're very nice people in Boston and New England, very cultured, very dignified, very quiet and reserved. And I remember that I started the meeting on Sunday morning. A wife was with me and we'd preach Sunday morning and Sunday night, Monday night, Tuesday night, and Wednesday night.

And after the service Wednesday night, I said to the dear pastor, I said, Brother Pastor, I believe we ought to close the meeting tomorrow night, is what I believe. Oh, he said, oh, no, no, we couldn't do that.

Well, I said, I was just making it a suggestion. My judgment is that we ought to just close out and I'll go back home. Well, he said, what on earth's the matter, Brother Barnard? I said, well, we're not getting anywhere.

I said, I don't seem to be able to get over to you and your people. And I said, so far you've not done one thing that I've asked you to do. Well, he said, Brother Barnard, you are a little strange to us.

I said, well, I'm going this way and you folks are going that way. We're dead sure not going to have the blessing of God that way. Something's wrong around here. And since you're here before I got here, and I'm the big sir at your invitation, and my messages and what I ask you to do, you don't do a thing about it, I think I ought to just say, well, I'll close my part of the meeting.

You folks won't go on with it. And he was great with the staff. Oh, he said, just ruin everything if you did it. He said, what on earth's the matter with you, Brother Barnard? And I said, well, you just won't do a thing I ask.

I either ought not to ask you to do some things, or I ought, and if I ought to ask you to do some things, and it's right that I do, then you ought to do it. And if I'm asking you to do things that are against the scripture, you ought to run me off.

He said, what are you talking about? I said, well, I said, you won't meet me to pray. I said, I haven't seen your church on its feet sweeping apart to God. I've been asking you to do it, and God's not going to bless people if they're not that kind of people, I can tell you that.

You might ask more folks to join the church, but God ain't going to save people in an atmosphere of dry eyes and prayerlessness. You know that's true, isn't it? And I said, I've been asking you to go out here and talk to people and witness to them, bring them in your cars, ride them out to the services.

He said, well, you know, Brother Barnard, we've never done anything like that in our lives. I said, I'm beginning to believe it. I said, well, my wife and I are going on to the room, and it's all right, I'll preach tomorrow night, and then we'll close the meeting.

We went on to the little apartment they had for us, and after a while somebody knocked on the door, and the pastor, bless his heart, had gone and got the deacon. And they filed in, and they were greatly disturbed.

They said, Brother Barnard just came to force us to close the meeting, and said it just hurt everything. People were under fire. Well, I said, I don't know what else to do. And they said, Brother Barnard, if you stay, they wasn't thinking about me, it was the reputation of their church.

And so they said, if you will not close the meeting, we'll do anything you ask us to do. I said, it's too late for that. I don't want to ask you to do anything just because I asked you. I want you to do it because it's in the Bible, and because God wants it.

And they said, well, tell us one more time what it is. Well, I said, I don't know why I wouldn't want you to do it. Just see, the reputation of the church got too serious with that. But if it's so, if I've been asking you to do what God's people ought to do, and what they insult God if they don't do, and indeed often they say they're going to have a revival effort, because all hell is against you, and if we just sit around and we just let them quit before we start having them, I can name you a thousand obstacles tonight, and you can name me another thousand, couldn't you?

Well, if it's a prayerless, fearless, witnessless, beginning to call themselves Christians, they know you're talking about having a breath from heaven. We ain't going to have it. We can use some tricks and get some children to make a profession of thieves and go on to hell.

But you can't raise dead people from the grave in that kind of an atmosphere, can you? You can't do it. And I think that a church insults God if it says we're going to have an effort to have a revival and don't have it.

Even if you've got an awful little gospel, there's something wrong with it. It's a shame and a disgrace to say we're going to try to have a revival and not have it, because that's a slam on God! He's supposed to be a God that hears prayer, isn't he?

Isn't he supposed to be a God that works miracles? He used to. Well, bless God, we'd better swap the God we've got off and get acquainted with the God who answers prayer and does things. I think a church is under obligation to get its prayers answered, don't you?

Don't you? It sure does. It's a slam on God as it came. And so we turn to the book of Acts and we read about how daily in the temple they ceased not to teach and preach the Lord Jesus Christ in every house.

And they said, we never had done anything like this, but it's in there, isn't it? And I said, yeah. And they went out. And Thursday night the house was packed and jammed. They'd been having a little corporate garage.

And those fool folks, when they did something, they did it all over. They went home, got on the telephone and called every member of the church. The next day there was spare minutes those folks had. They invaded all the saloons and bars and everything else in that section of Boston.

And I don't know whether they killed anybody to get them down there or bribed them, but they brought everybody to the door. Nobody in Boston had ever been invited to Jesus. They were just very dignified folk going to church once a while.

Not kill anybody, you know about, like it is in Rome. And they just went out there and they began to do what the Bible says. Amen. I preached that night. And I got through preaching. A little old girl, before I got through preaching, began to sob.

And we stood up before we could sing any kind of an invitation song. And she came running down to the front. Just fell on all fours there in that left plush carpet that the church built and dignified.

And that's why I went down and dealt with her a little bit. And that's why she stood up and said, Jesus is in here. Found out she was a little 16-year-old Italian girl, and that's the first gospel sermon she'd ever heard.

Some boy, some of the girls went and brought her. She didn't know A from zero. But you see, a sovereign God, he can do things as he pleases. Sometimes it takes him 40 years to save a man. Sometimes saving the first time he heard a gospel.

And I think the little girl got saved. Of course, I won't be able to get to the judgment, none of us will. But they liked to scare everybody to death. They'd never seen anything like that. On Easter, they always put the children into the church, you know, and that's all they knew about.

And so I had them do like I do down south. I had them come around and shake hands with them by coaching them a little bit. They used to make them a beeline for the door. But they all came down. Pretty soon their eyes began to melt a little bit.

And so the service was dismissed after a while. Friday night, that was Thursday night. Friday night, the little girl won the service. And Saturday night, she wasn't at the service. And I got a little worried.