Worldwide Missionary Outreach

God, that’s my prayer. Make me a Christian, Lord. If everything else fails, make me a Christian, Lord. Put something in me that’s real. Knock at my heart, Lord. Tell me my short place and where I’m short at. Come in, Lord, and open up my doors of my own life; open up my private life; open up my eyes; open everything, Lord. Let me see You, the love of God that’s shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost. That’s what I want.

That’s what Christ wants to do to this Church. Not give you any more gifts. You got too many of them now. What He wants to do is to give you Himself: Love, the love of God, the abundant Life in your heart that makes you love everybody, makes you love Him till you can’t rest.

Remember, the Bible said that when the Holy Ghost went forth to seal those for the Kingdom, the Holy Ghost was bidden to only seal those who cried and sighed, day and night for the abomination that was done in the city.

Can anybody raise your hand tonight and tell me of a Christian, one in Greenville, that lays on their face, so burdened for the sins of Greenville, that they cry and sigh before God day and night? Tell me where that person is; I can show you the mark of the Holy Ghost. For the Bible said, “Mark only those who sigh and cry for the abominations did the city.”

Now, can I say, “Can you show me somebody that belongs to church?” Thousands. “Can you show me somebody that shouts?” Thousands. “Speaks with tongues?” Thousands. “Works miracles?” Thousands. But show me somebody that sighs and cries for the abominations did in the church.

See how worldly we get? Get away, cutting hair, wearing wrong dresses, drinking, cigarettes, out, they’re drink, smoking, all these things.

You see where it’s at? We let down the bars, compromise with sin. What we need, tonight, is to listen to that knock coming at our door. “Return, oh, to Me. If the people that’s called by My Name, shall assemble themselves together and pray, then I’ll hear from Heaven.”

I wonder, as we bow our heads just a moment, I’d like to ask you a question. Lady, brother and sister, I want to say something. I don’t want…I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you. If my little boy was getting out on the street, and I knowed he was going to get hurt, if I love him, I’ll have to spank him once in a while. I’ll make him stay off that street ’cause he’s going to get killed. If this church keeps moving on the way it is in worldliness, she’s going to die just as certain as the rest of them died.

I wonder tonight…Now, every eye closed everywhere, I’m going to ask you something as your brother. Before I pray, how many in here would like to be the—the—the type of a Christian to display Christ like that mother deer was to display motherhood? Raise up your hand. Oh, my, everywhere. Certainly. Mine, too, brother, sister. Mine, too.

O God, tear me down. Take me down to the potter’s house, break me all to pieces, God. If You have to lay me on the bed, whatever You want to do, Lord, make me real. I don’t want to be something putting on. Make me a real Christian, Lord. Place in me a Divine love. Put Something in me that’s so real that I’ll be burdened for lost souls.

Behold, I Stand At The Door And Knock
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