The Man God Tore Apart - Part 2 — Leonard Ravenhill

I got a watch, but I never used it. You know, the problem with Israel was they got proud and arrogant. We're the chosen people. God delivered us. God gave us food from heaven. God gave us clothes that don't wear out.

National Pride Under the Judgment of God

They became arrogant. Do you remember the day when Mr. Nixon stood at the microphone and then said, Now look, America, we've got a man on the moon. We're the greatest nation on earth. Do you know what came to my mind?

I'll read it to you. You see, Nixon was a bit late on God. It says in Obadiah, there's only one chapter, and it says in verse four, Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, which is a symbol of America.

Every nation that had an eagle as its symbol perished. Germany had a big eagle that used to be on the head of the Kaiser. He had a big golden eagle on his helmet. The eagle was once a sign of Russia, and they perished.

It says here, Though thou exalt thyself to heaven, Though thou exalt thyself as an eagle, And though thou dost make thy nest among the stars, I will bring thee down, saith the Lord. From that very day that Nixon said that, things have gone wrong for America.

What happened in the Vietnam War? We were humiliated before all the nations. You may not like that. It's come from an English tongue, but anyhow, it's the word of God. It's not mine. Let me go back here a minute to the ninth chapter in this wonderful man of Jeremiah.

Weeping Over the Sins of the People

Read again verse one, O that my head were waters, mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter. The slain of my people? Two nights ago they told me on TV news that last year there was a tremendous increase of 16-year-old girls becoming pregnant.

Do you know who was at the head of the list? Texas. Do you think that made me happy? No, I'm not afraid of Russia. I don't find a text in scripture that tells me to be afraid of any of my enemies. I'm afraid of God cutting us off like he cut Russia off in 1917 and have been in a mess ever since.

They never get out. Nobody has mutilated the gospel more than we have in America. Nobody's merchandised it more. I think it should be illegal to beg. I don't send out a newsletter. I don't have to. I guess it shocks you when I tell you last year I earned $150 ,000, but I didn't get it.

I mean, I earned, I worked, I didn't have to earn it. You're looking so serious. I won't fine you for laughing. I labored night and day. In business I would have earned $150 ,000. I didn't get it. I made a deal with God years ago, Lord, as to the capacity I have, spirit, soul, and body, I look after your kingdom, you look after mine.

I've never sent a letter out with a begging letter. Never made an appeal for funds. I don't owe a dime. Yes, I do. I owe something on my car, but somebody tricked me into getting that anyhow. And it was a preacher, as you'd expect.

I'm winding this up. He says, oh, but my head will waters. Remember Psalm 137, isn't it? Israel weeps. She's in captivity. By the rivers of Babylon there we sat down and wept. We remember Zion. When we remember glory.

When we remember the favor of God, the blessing of God, the power of God, the revelation of God, the anointing of God. But we've lost it. Do you know why we don't miss it? Because we never had it, that's why.

Now, maybe the pastor will fire me. I won't get back to preach again. Oh, that my head will waters. Mine eyes are a fountain of tears. That might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people.

You see, this man is in depression all the way. Till you get further in the book. Do you know what he says, finally? That if you let God have his way, and if you don't, he'll use someone else. Finally, the Son of God is going to reign over this universe.

The Church’s Carnality and Need for Holiness

The ultimate triumph. Do you think Jesus bled and died and went through hell in Gethsemane for a church in the condition it's in today? We're dirty with carnality. We're dirty with pride. We're dirty with laziness.

We're dirty with disobedience. Oh, that my head will waters. Mine eyes are a fountain of tears. That I might weep day and night. Notice he doesn't say, so he might sleep comfortably. I put a cross-reference here, which I've already quoted.

My bowels, my bowels, my heart is disturbed. I cannot hold my peace. My soul has heard the sound of a trumpet. Do you ever hear the sound of a trumpet? Does God raise an alarm in you that we're getting dangerously near to the moment when he's going to cut us off and send judgment without mercy?

Who has had more mercy than us? There are 600 million Bibles in America. Tell me another nation that has them. There are more Bible schools in America than all the other nations in the world put together.

Are we more righteous? Are we more holy? I wonder how many of you parents take the Bible out every day and read it to your children and pray. You fathers, are you the king in the house? I'm not saying the boss.

Are you the king? Are you the priest in the house? Will your children rise up and curse you at the judgment because you are so lost in business or lost in something else? You didn't have time to nourish their never-dying souls?

I think we could take that scripture when Jesus says, remember, say, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets and stonest them, if thou knewest, this is the day of thy visitation. I wish Swaggart would preach on that.

This is the day of America's visitation. We're making a mess of it, but this is the day of our visitation. We may be in capture, but you've got an option. I'll tell you what the option is. To concentrate in prayer or pray in concentration camps.

Take it. It's as severe as that, as God's my judge. Oh, that my head were waters. Not that my mind was colossal. Oh, that my head were waters. I want the privilege of weeping. Oh, this is not news to you, is it?

Tears as the Road to Revival

The roads in heaven are paved with what? Gold. The roads in, what's the city in Venice? The roads are paved with water. Because they're not roads, you're going to boat. The roads in Venice are paved with water.

The roads in heaven are paved with gold. The road to revival is paved with tears. You can have tears without having revival. We can't have revival without having tears. I don't have time to go into all this.

He tells the people they should wear sackcloth and ashes. Nobody more than Pentecostal, I guess, Pastor, quote Joel, chapter 2. There's going to be a day when, before the great and terrible day of the Lord, before God rips the whole of nature apart, before all the anger he's stored up, he's poured out on that generation.

It says, before the great and terrible day of the Lord, he's going to pour out his Spirit on all flesh. Your sons and daughters will prophesy. But you see, we like to start at chapter 1, but chapter 2, chapter 1 is a secret.

I've been invited to two or three congresses on revival, just because I've written some books. I won't go. Get up, listen, Dr. So-and-so is going to give you a lecture. Somebody else is going to give you a lecture.

I'm not sure I'll ever go to another one until we obey God. Are we trying to improve on God? What does God say is the gateway to revival? Well, in the first chapter, what does he say? Let the priests, the ministers of God, weep between the altar and the doorpost.

Let them lay all night, in mourning, in ashes, in sackcloth. All the boys go to these conferences in their nice suits, all dressed up and have their hair done in a beauty parlor somewhere before they go.

They don't go with broken hearts, they don't go with broken spirits. If I got a group of men to come together, I'd say, listen, before you come, you have to promise me before God you'll spend a week on your face in fasting prayer.

My dear wife would say sometimes, Lenny, no, you, it looked a bit rude. Then she'd say, no, it's all right. Sometimes we get company come to the house, they stay too long, I walk in the next room and pray.

Most of them don't talk intelligently anyhow. This man says he was torn apart. Let me go on record before God, tonight. If it takes that to tear me apart, I don't care what it is. Break my heart, tear my liver, move my bowels, which are figures of speech, tear up my affections, tear up my love, tear up my interest.

Dry me up until I get to the place of the feet of a holy God where I can only weep day and night. Not just for America, but for this town. I've told you before, God wants to do something in Tyler. And I want to see him do it.

I can't buy it, you can't buy it. I've got 25 or 30 millionaire friends. They tell me, anytime you want money, just call me. I've never won this house and I never will. My father looks after my accounts.

If we could buy Revival, full gospel businessmen would have signed enough checks to buy it. But God Almighty says, no, your money perished with you. Let me get to this, just a minute. I had a beautiful church in the old city of Bath in England.

George Whitefield and the Power of a Weeping Preacher

The city was built 55 years before Christ was born. We had a kind of miniature Westminster Abbey, a lovely Gothic church. And as I went through the square, I looked at an old theater being closed down for years.

On the top of the porch, there's a head about this height. It was the head of Garrick, the greatest Shakespearean actor maybe in the history of the world. George Whitefield has been called the greatest soul winner since the Apostle Paul.

It was Whitefield that came and began to birth that revival that Jonathan Edwards took up. Then an American preacher by the name of Gilbert Tennant. And he had two sons. One was called Gilbert, and I forget the other one.

You know, they said, and here's something for me, gets into me. They said of George Whitefield that when he preached on hell, you'd think he'd been there a week. You could almost smell the brimstone off him.

He could tell you with terrifying splendor how they mourn and groan. But also if he preached on heaven, you'd think he'd been in heaven a week. David Garrick one day was going to hear George Whitefield.

There's a very famous deist in Scotland by the name of David Hume. It was five o 'clock, a dirty, drizzly, messy English morning. And David Hume went round the corner and bumped into a friend of his. The man said, David Hume?

A brilliant scholar like you up a dirty, wet morning like this? Sir, where are you going at five in the morning? I'm going to hear George Whitefield preach. He's preaching on Mile End Way, so that meant he had to walk about two miles.

You're going to hear what? Whitefield preach? Yeah. Ha ha, the man said. You don't believe a word he says. He said, no, but he does. Ever wonder if a preacher really is doing that? Is he a parrot? Is he reciting a philosophy, a doctrine?

Can he say like Jeremiah, a fire burns in my bones? They said Whitefield could raise his hands, and when he'd exhausted all his argument, he would say, oh. He had a voice like an organ. They said he would just go roaring, and he had a voice that could whisper.

He was a paltry young man. He had vicious cross eyes. They joked about it. They called him Dr. Cross Eye on the English stage. He stood on a high platform. He had a bit of protruding tummy. At the end of the day, a woman said to him, Mr. Whitefield, I'd like to ask you a question.

What is it? She said, I've heard you preach three times today from seven this morning, at midday and tonight. I've been standing beneath you, and three times I've been drenched with your tears. They bounce off your coat, and I've received your tears.

Three times in this day. Sir, I want to know, why do you weep? He said, lady, because you don't. I weep for the sins that you've committed. I weep because the wrath of God is going to catch up with you.

David Garrick said, I listened to Whitefield. He took an offering for his orphanage. I took out my little leather pouch, and I shook out some golden guineas, and I passed them up to him. He went on preaching.

I put my hand in my pocket, and I took out my silver, and I passed it on to him. He preached a bit longer about his orphans. He said he stripped me of everything I had, which wasn't for him. He said, I heard him say that awesome word that seemed to come from the very pit of his body, when he cried, oh, that I could lead you to Christ.

I'd give a thousand of those golden coins if I could say, oh, like that. If he'd give a thousand, he'd give ten thousand to hear Jeremiah say. He'd give a hundred thousand to Jesus looking to the nations that's going to destruction.

When he said, oh, Jerusalem, he said it with a broken heart. He said it with tears running down his face. He knew that God's time was running out on them. God's mercy was running out on them. They'd crucified Jesus, and they'd stoned all the prophets.

The Harvest Is Past and the Danger of Unrepentance

A final thing here. I preached on this text at least three times in my life, not much more. I remember the first time I preached on it, and I preached on it with a broken heart. In heaven, they sing the song of Moses and of the Lamb.

They sing the fifteenth chapter of Exodus, the last verse of which talks about the glory of God. Glorious in holiness, fearful in praises doing wonders. That's what they're going to sing in heaven, the song of Moses and the Lamb.

What do they sing in hell? I'll tell you what they sing in hell. They sing, the harvest is past, the summer is ended and we're not saved. I guess some people go down this main aisle in this church and go straight to hell, even when the preacher's poured his heart out and wept over them.

The harvest is past, the summer is ended. We're not saved. I went to a little Bible college in England. We had a lot of celebrity preachers, famous preachers from America and England came, and I was glad to hear the announcement, so-and-so's coming, so-and-so's coming.

I particularly liked the president to say, and this next week we're going to have to speak to you a few times and dine with us at dinner, that's the only good meal we had anyhow, in the middle of the day.

Gypsy Smith, little round fellow with black eyes, and he talked and he talked and he talked. He was raised in what you would call a covered wagon. He was in a town by the name of Epworth, out in the country road.

And he said, we were always on the move. Now he said, there is no gypsy Bible, but he said every one of my brothers and sisters had a Bible name. By the way, no wonder Jonathan Edwards needed a wife like that.

Do you know how many children she bore him? Twelve. And yet his daughter said, one of her children said, if you saw my mother come out of her chamber in the morning, she needs a veil over her face like Moses.

She radiates the glory of the risen Christ. You hear my dad, you think he's rough and tough, but you should hear him weeping and sobbing there in that room when he's locked up by himself. Do you wonder they had lasting fruit?

I don't believe two percent of the converts in these big revivals last go through with God. Because they don't get saved, they just confess their sins. Catholics do that every week. Gypsy said we were packing up our caravan, and across the road there was a caravan there, or as you say, a covered wagon.

The lady had buried her husband just a couple of weeks before. She had a healthy son about 17 years of age, and he was loading up all the stuff they had into the covered wagon. And suddenly the horse took fright, and it started down the road, and he ran after it for all he was worth.

He jumped on the back of the thing, climbed on the roof, and he got all of the reins. But it was going downhill, and it was going at a tremendous speed. And there was one of those humpback bridges there.

And he said, my daddy said, if he can get through that narrow bridge, he's got it made, because the horse will have to pull that monstrous thing uphill, and he can't do it. But it so happened that with the swaying of that covered wagon, it hit the edge of the bridge, a stone piece that was there.

And suddenly the wheels shot off it, and the woman was thrown into the river, his mother, and a baby, and a two-year-old boy. Well, the boy dived off the bridge, and he struggled, and then he went, and others went down to help him.

Too late. The baby's body was washed up at a dam. The other little fellow was drowned. He said, three days after we went to a graveyard, the boy said, I tried to get my mother. I called to her. I struggled with her.

She thought me. She thought me. She must have been delirious. But she thought me. And he said, when he came to the funeral, they put the babies there in two different little graves. They lowered the casket with his mother in.

And he said, that swarthy-skinned, handsome boy just got down on his knees, and he just pointed down. And he said, Mother, Mother, you needn't be there. You needn't be there. I tried to save you, but you wouldn't let me.

Some of you tonight, if you don't meet God at the judgment bar, God will say, I came to that meeting in Rawls Heights that Sunday night. I tried to save you, and you wouldn't let me. So burn in hell forever.

The Goodness and Severity of God

You see, today everybody talks about the love of God, but the apostle talks of the goodness and severity of God. We've had so much goodness, we're like a cat in the milk. We're soaked up with goodness.

We're soaked up with treasure. We're soaked up with lovely homes and beautiful cars and wonderful clothes. It's harvest time. I'll tell you what's coming before long. There's going to be a famine in America.

Again, a famine of the hearing of the word of God. The harvest is past. The summer has ended. I tell you before God, as I'm an honest man, sometimes I think I won't get through the night. I think I'll burst with grief.

That in a nation like this, with all the privileges you have, half the church is as dead as can be. And you can hardly find one with the glory of God where when you come in, I noticed tonight you were all chattering.

If the holy presence of God was here, you wouldn't dare to mutter once you got through those gates. And you won't be talking football as soon as you get out. What's he talking about? He's talking to a backslidden nation.

They've heard the voice of God. They've had visions of God. They've had the mercy of God. They've had all the benevolence of God. And yet they turn on him and rebel. It's the church that's pretending.

She's not hot. She's not cold. She's in between the two. She's a compromiser. She finds it easy to live that way. You know what? I feel the cup of iniquity is filling very fastly for America. I'm so old at times I think I'm antique.

National Decline and the Warning of History

But I remember during, when I was about, when I was born in 1907, I won't tell you the day. I don't want a lot of presents coming to the house. I was born in 1907. In 1912, I was at school with a flag in my hand and we were singing about the British Empire.

It was a time when the British Empire boasted that the sun never sets on the British Empire. At that time, England owned Canada, Australia, India, the greatest, most fabulous empire that ever lived, far beyond the power of the Roman Empire.

And I remember as a boy, I was about maybe 12, maybe a bit older, I picked up a piece of poetry. I've always liked poetry. I've only seen that poem once ever since as far as I know. I'll try and recall it.

If I break down, you'll understand. The poem said this, O England, thou privileged nation, how truly thy children are blessed. Thou hast, since the great reformation, had liberty, riches, and rest. Such blessings are not of thy making.

It is God who has given thee all. But if divine laws thou art breaking, like Babylon too thou shalt fall, thine armies and navies will fail thee if thus the Lord God thou forsake. Political schemes won't avail thee if sacred commandments thou break.

For God has his eyes on this nation. O England, to thee will be sent the doom of thy just condemnation. Except, ah, except thou repent. We used to sing a hymn in England. I think this is an old, old Methodist hymn book, so.

But it's not on loan, that poem here too. Well, some of you who went to school have heard of Rudyard Kipling, I'm sure. I think he wrote The Road to Manderley. Periodically, the best of the poets are gathered and they vote for the king of poetry.

They call him the Poet Laureate. Kipling was to get that place, but somebody pushed him out and Alfred Lord Tennyson got it because they persuaded the Queen of England to give it to him. This is the history of England.

This was written in 1865. Here it is. God of our fathers, known of old. God of our far-flung battles line. Beneath whose awful hand we hold dominion over palm and pine. That's the whole British Empire.

Beneath whose awful hand we hold dominion over palm and pine. O Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, lest we forget, lest we forget. The tumult and the shouting dies, the captains and the kings depart. Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, a humble and a contrite heart.

Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, lest we forget. Far called our navies melt away, or dune and headland sinks the pyre. Lo, all our pomp of yesterday is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, lest we forget, lest we forget.

If drunk in sight of power we loose wild tongues that have not been o 'er, such boasting as the Gentile Jews or lesser breeds without the law. Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, lest we forget, lest we forget.

For heathen heart that puts her trust in reeking tube and iron shard. You know, if it was really true, instead of being on our coins in America, if it was on our hearts and our minds, in God we trust, we wouldn't need an army.

We wouldn't need an air force. Go into the book of Kings. One angel was going home one night and he tipped his wing too low. He wiped out a city of 105 ,000, 150 ,000 people. The wing of one angel. And what did Jesus say?

I could call 12 legions. The smallest number in a legion is 5 ,000. The largest is 10 ,000. If one angel can kind 185 ,000 people and you could call 12 legions, that would be 60 ,000 times 125 ,000. They could wipe the population of the world out in one night without firing a shot.

Wasn't it one of your famous presidents who said, I'm not too inspired when you say I'm on God's side. What I want to know, he said, is God on my side. Swaggart again gave statistics that were terrifying today.

17 million people in the nation, a Christian nation, are either homosexuals or lesbians. 17 million. We had a precious boy in our prayer meeting. He comes every Friday night. He's a thoroughbred Indian.

I asked him to draw up some statistics and I don't have them with me. There are 2 million American Indians in America. The most neglected of all people. Some of them are 95 alcoholic. They're all superstitious.

They're all full of fear. It's more exciting to go up the Amazon, isn't it, to say I'm going to Arizona or somewhere else to minister to the Indians of America. They ought to be on our conscience. They ought to be in our prayers.

They deserve a place in our love. The iniquity of this nation was awesome. They broke God's Sabbath. They broke his commandments repeatedly. And he says I'll take away your glory. I'll take away your tabernacle.

I'll take away my presence. You know there's a deadline. I'm afraid America and England and so-called Christian countries are very near that deadline. And it's a place where God says my spirit shall not always strive with man, neither individuals nor nations.

The Mystery of Iniquity and Rejection of Truth

This is what he says in the second of Thessalonians, chapter 2. In verse 70 he says the mystery of iniquity doth already work, and he who now letteth will let, until he be taken out of the way. Then shall that wicked one be revealed whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth.

Even him whose coming is after the working of Satan with power and lying wonders, signs and lying wonders, with all deceitfulness and unrighteousness in them that perish, because they receive not the love of the truth.

You can quote all the statistics you like about venereal disease, about drunkenness, about drugs. That's not the problem tonight. The people of America and England have forsaken the truth of God. He doesn't say they're adulterers.

He doesn't say you're building idols. He says that with all deceitfulness, unrighteousness in them that perish, because they receive not the love of the truth that they might be saved. So God has given them over to a strong delusion, a strong delusion.

There are 2 ,000 gurus in America tonight. When we left England there was not one Mohammedan mosque. Tonight there are 500. In the same 20 years that the Mohammedans are taking over England, the Church of England alone has closed down 550 churches.

The enemy comes in like a flood. But have we decided to fast and pray till God rends the heaven? Not on your life. Why should we fast and pray? Our refrigerators are full. We've got nice cars. We've all the creature comforts we need.

This got hold of me very hard, I'll tell you that. They receive not, they receive not the truth that they might be saved. Now the next verse is terrible. And God caused them. And God shall send them a strong delusion.

We blame the devil. We blame the Mormons. The Mormons' church makes three million dollars a day out of its industry. That's a billion a year. A friend brought me from Sweden. He said, my friend came back from America yesterday on the 747.

There were 220 Mormon missionaries on the plane and only two Protestant missionaries. The word of God says they'll encompass sea and land to make somebody sevenfold more a child of hell than they are themselves.

I'm embarrassed at the zeal of the cults. I'm equally embarrassed at the sleepiness of the church of Jesus Christ. We're living as though we've another million years. Forget it. I've talked with a number of bankers in the last three or four months.

Every one of them said this, there'll be a total collapse financially between the next two to the very extreme, the very next five years. I guess many of you read dear old David Wilkerson's book. I wrote the preface to it, but I told him I didn't agree with it all anyhow.

The part I don't agree with is when he suggests that our greatest enemy is Russia. That's not true. Our greatest enemy is God. Chapter 63 of Isaiah in verse 10. Listen to this verse. Now verse 9, in all their afflictions, he was afflicted.

He went ahead of them coming out of Egypt. He put that shaft of light at night, a pillar of fire, the presence of Jesus, a pillar of cloud in the day to guide them. But listen what it says here in Isaiah, chapter 63.

In verse 9 it says, in all their affliction, he was afflicted and the angel of his presence saved them. In his love and in his pity, he redeemed them and bared them and carried them. What else could he do?

He redeemed them, he bared them on eagle's wings, he says. He carried them in security. In his love and in his pity, he redeemed them. He bared them on wings. Other scriptures say, he bared them on eagle's wings.

He carried them all the days. What did they do? What was their gratitude? They screamed when they were in Egypt because their backs were lashed every day. Their skin was torn off with the lictor's lash.

They had to stand there treading that mud in the scorching heat. They were slaves. Slaves, slaves. Get us out of this. Get us out of this. And he got them out. And he sent a river. He split a rock and the water followed them wherever they went.

He sent them angels from heaven every day. Do you know they wore the same clothes for forty years without sending them to the cleaners? Isn't that something? Their clothes never got sweaty. Their shoes never...

I just got a new pair. I hope they last me the next forty years. I may not be around, but if it lasts the next ten, they'll be all right. He did miracles in their eating. He did miracles in their wearing.

He did miracles in delivering them out of the hand of the enemy. And what did they do? Look at the next verse. Verse ten says they rebelled and vexed the Holy Spirit. I remember my precious friend Dr. Tozer one day.

The Holy Spirit, Revival, and Genuine Conversion

He said, Len, I had a Baptist minister here. We were talking about the power of the Spirit. And he said, Mr. Tozer, I don't know much about the Holy Ghost. And Tozer gave him a brief history of the coming of the Spirit, the upper room and so forth, and the different surges of the Holy Ghost.

You know, the Holy Spirit is easily grieved. This Baptist preacher says, if the Holy Spirit left my church, we wouldn't even know he'd gone. Everybody's rejoicing now. There are gifts of tongues in how many?

A hundred nations right now. Well, tongues are for a warning. They're not for the church. The warning is to the sinners. The bloodiest revolution in France was preceded by a purging. They drove out the Huguenots.

They were like the Quakers, a quiet people, but they got baptized with the Holy Ghost and became a bit noisy. And they had miracles. They had a repetition of Acts 1 and 2 and 3. But right after the Holy Spirit came on France, and they began to speak in tongues, they had a bloodbath.

To jump the line here, Azusa Street, the birthplace of modern Pentecost. 1904, ten years after. That was another warning. Ten years after the First World War came. I remember 1927 in England, a young man came along, a handsome man as ever I've seen in my life.

And he had signs and wonders. George Jeffers it was. I went in his meetings. I was astounded. I saw them bring cripples, twisted them, and every rotten thing about. You could almost smell one man they dragged out of a ghetto.

They laid him at the feet of the preacher and the preacher said, you need something more. It was a deep Welsh voice. You need something more than healing. You need God. You need salvation. It was the worst sample of the devil's work in the whole district of Leeds.

He was a blasphemer, he was a liar, he was perverted. You lie there and repent. He didn't say, pray the sinner's prayer. That's led millions of people to hell. There'll be more people in hell who pray the sinner's prayer than outside of it.

Confession is not repentance. A man isn't saved because he says the Lord's Prayer. I don't care what you say. It seems the modern design is come to the meeting, say the Lord's Prayer. Pardon me, go up to the pastor, pray the sinner's prayer.

We hope you'll join the church. Now you've prayed the sinner's prayer so you're alright. Promise you'll tithe and we'll baptize you. I don't baptize anybody because they confess. I don't baptize anybody in the profession of their faith.

I baptize them on the fruits of their faith. Somebody said to John Wesley, that man, that drunken man going down the street, he's one of your converts. He said, it must be, he isn't the Lord's. He won't be back in his drink and his sin if he'd been converted by Christ.

One of these days I'm going to preach on the miracle of the new birth. The most wonderful thing that can happen is when God takes a twisted, tormented, perverted human personality. He takes a sinful man out of a sinful world and makes that man holy and puts him back in the sinful world and keeps him holy.

It takes all the power of the blood and all the power of the Holy Ghost. Immediately he's really born again. If he's born again, the devil has his number and he's going to try and trip him up and pervert him and seduce him with something.

I don't believe there's a denomination in America the devil fears or in England. What the devil fears is holy men. Men who've been perjured of every self-interest, self-seeking, self-glory and it's Christ, Christ, Christ.

The Frenchman Monod wrote to him all the bitter shame and sorrow that a time could ever be and he said in the first line when it was all of self and none of thee. In the next verse he says it's less of self and more of thee.