Sex Education Program in Our Public Schools

Sex Education Program in Our Public Schools

In the first seventeen verses of Romans, chapter 1, we have the discussion of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. starting at verse 21, we have the deterioration of the culture of a nation, or the society. Now anyone who knows anything about history knows this: the Gospel of Jesus Christ, whatever else it brings, elevates society. It elevates womanhood. It elevates men in general. There has always been a positive influence upon a society that has accepted the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Now there is a deterioration of society, and you see it here in Romans, chapter 1. Here is a cultured society. And here is the step down. Look at verse 21:

“Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened.”

What is the first step downward’? People who know God, who are not thankful to God, and do not give God the proper place in their lives. Now verse 22:

“Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools.”

That is the second step. When you quit giving God the rightful place in your life, then you profess yourself to be wise, and you exalt your own self — your own mind, your own thinking, your own reasoning, your own logic — above the Word of God, and the Bible says you become fools.

And now step number three, in verse 23:

“And changed the glory of the uncorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and fourfooted beasts, and creeping things.”

That is modernism. Man first does not glorify God as he should. Then he becomes wise in his own mind and thinks he knows more than the Word of God. Then he becomes a liberal. He says the Bible is not true. He says, “I have my own ideas about God. Everybody has a right to interpret God for himself. And this is what I believe about God.” He becomes a liberal.

Now the fourth step is verses 24 and 25:

“Wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness through the lusts of their own hearts, to dishonour their own bodies between themselves; Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator …. ”

That next step in deterioration is humanism. Now you start off not giving God the rightful place in your life. Then you become wise in your own conceit. Then you decide you will be religious but you will not believe in the God of the Bible. And then you become a humanist. Your philosophy of life is based on humanism.

And by the way, that is basically the difference between communism and democracy. Humanism is the great central word and theme of communism.

Number five — verse 26:

“For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature.”

That is homosexual perversion.

“And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly and receiving in themselves the recompence of their error which was meet” (vs. 27).

This Deterioration in America Now Going on

Notice the progression now in America: first, a Christian nation, a cultured, refined nation, decided not to give God His rightful place. Men took the Bible out of the public school system. They took prayer out of the schoolroom. Now that they have done that, they can say, “We” or “I” know more than God. The Word of God, then, ceases to be the criteria for truth, and then you deteriorate into your own concept of God. “Everybody searching for the truth!” — how many times have you heard that in school? “Everybody searching for the truth. Nobody has a corner on the truth.” My Bible said that Jesus said, “I am the truth.”

A person who knows Jesus Christ not only knows the truth but He knows the One who is the Truth.

So we become wise. Then we become liberal. Then after that, we change the truth of God into a lie and humanism comes. And when humanism comes, we worship the creature more than the Creator. Then comes paganism. Hey, that is where we started! Paganism, conversion, culture, not giving God everything, human wisdom, liberalism, humanism, paganism. That is your cycle.

We send missionaries to a country, like people came to America, with the Gospel. From that Gospel comes culture and refinement and decency and character and integrity and honesty and morality. Then what happens? There comes that culture. Then we get pretty smart. We do not honor God. We do not give God His rightful place. Oh, we believe the Bible but we do not honor God. We don’t say much about it. We don’t get excited about it. We don’t go to church on Sunday night. We don’t give God His tithe. We don’t stand up for Christ. We are not the right kind of Christian people.

Then what happens? We become wise. You see that Vacuum that is left when we leave God? Here wisdom comes in and fills that vacuum. We become enamored with ourselves. We become impressed with our education, our culture, our refinement; then we think we know more than God. When we do that, we have knocked the Bible out from under us; we have knocked the foundation out from under the house, and then we have liberalism.

Liberalism is nothing more than humanizing God and that in its end is humanism. So we have humanism.

Then after we have humanism, We worship the creature, then the creatures get together in perversion and homosexuality and we have nothing but heathen paganism. Why? Because we are back where we started. Because we have left the things that made our culture, you see.

The thing that made America refined and cultured and decent and honorable was the Gospel of Jesus Christ. And if we leave that, it doesn’t matter how many degrees we have, how many colleges, how many universities. Listen! If you leave the salt out, you can’t have salt, you can’t savor. So we have left out that which has savored, and now we find ourselves a heathen nation.

Look! We are just as lawless today as they were in Wyatt Earp’s day. Isn’t that true? Listen, twenty years ago when we heard of what was going on in South America and Europe, with the demonstrations and riots and folk being shot in the streets and a person’s life endangered when he got outside his own house, we thought of pagan, heathen countries doing that. And we were right. Nations are pagan and heathen when they do that. Now the honest truth is, we face tonight a moral breakdown and deterioration, and we face paganism and anarchy. Why? Because we have followed the time-tested pattern of deterioration. Enough of that.
Steinbeck’s Book Required Reading in Some Schools

It is surprising how few parents know what is going on in the public school system. Apathy is killing America, especially apathy on the part of God’s people.

I have in my hand tonight a book, John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men. This book is a best-seller. John Steinbeck was the winner of the Nobel Prize. This book was at one time required reading at a school in this area. Now at the school where some of my children go, they made it required reading but backed out because there was so much complaint about it, of which complainants I was one! I will not read this language; I will let you guess what the words are. I want to read to you some statements from this book, required reading not in a college but for freshmen in high school. Will all you high school freshmen stand up, please? Now, this book was required reading in a high school — at least one, maybe more — for boys and girls this age. Thank you.

Here we go. On page 33 I read:

“Don’t let him pull you in — but — if the b#### (son of a female dog) socks you — let ‘im have it.”

Page 35:

“Listen to me, you crazy b###### (an illegitimate child),” he said fiercely. “Don’t you even take a look at that b#### (a female dog).”

Now one reason I am preaching on this is that a lot of you parents are so lazy that you don’t check on it. Tonight I am going to cram it down your throats. You are going to know what your children are reading.

Page 39:

Carlson said thoughtfully, “Well, looka here, Slim. I been thinkin’. That dog of Candy’s is so g## d### old he can’t hardly walk. Stinks llke h###, too.”

Page 48:

Candy went on, “Either you guys got a slug of whiskey? I gotta gut ache.”

That kind of stuff is not vulgar but it sure goes against my refinement. There is a word for gut which decent people use — it is called stomach. And you people who think you are educated and refined, listen, when you use that, you are nothing but a heathen with a degree. Not only do you not know how to use decent language; you are not even cultured. Now that book is required in some high schools.

Page 48 again:

“Gotta bad gut ache,” said Candy. “Them g## d### turnips give it to me.”

Not only is it vulgar talk, but that is not even good English.

Don’t get mad yet. We haven’t begun. I see a lot of folks frowning already. You may have a stroke before we are through.

Page 59:

Whit stood up. “I guess maybe I’d like to see this,” he said.

“Curley’s just spoilin’ or he wouldn’t start for Slim. An’ Curley’s handy, g## d### handy.”

Page 61:

George sighed. “You give me a good w#### house (place where prostitutes do their business) every time,” he said. “A guy can go in an’ get drunk and get ever’thing outa his system all at once.”

Page 83:

Candy rubbed his cheek angrily. “You g## d### right we’re gonna do it …. ”

“Yeah?” said Crooks. “An’ where’s George now? In town in a w#### house.”

Page 95:

“This here g## d### little son-of-a-##### (female dog) wasn’t nothing to George.”

Page 107:

“That big son-of-a-##### (female dog) done it.”

“I’ll kill the big son-of–a-####### (illegitimate child) myself. I’ll shoot ‘im in the guts.”

Now you hear me, and you hear me well. If you would cram this filthy, rotten, stinking trash down the innocent minds of these little boys and girls who stood up awhile ago, you ought to be in the penitentiary. You ought to be in jail. And, by the way, there was a day in this country when you would have been!

Now this book is required reading. My boy was supposed to read this book, but there were so many complaints about it — mostly by our people — that they took this book out and put another one in. It had a lot of these vulgar words and they still DAMN the name of God all the way through it. And when I told the committee, “My boy is not going to read it,” the committee said, “Now let’s talk about it.”

I said, “Talk about it all you want to, but my boy is not going to read it.”

“Well,” they said, “we will reach an agreement.”

I said, “Yes, and I can tell you now what the agreement is going to be: my boy is not going to read the book.”

They said, “Well, you find worse things than that on the restroom walls.”

I said, “Yes, and when you make the restroom walls required reading, I will come back up here.”

The simple truth is, there is too much good literature that has been taught through the years in America to let such trash as this be crammed down the minds of our tender freshmen boys and girls.

The book, Caine Mutiny, is not as bad as this one I have quoted but it condemns the name of God all the way through. I heard a teacher say that she thought Caine Mutiny ought to be read, that there was nothing wrong with freshmen children reading Caine Mutiny. You think this is bad; you ought to read Baldwin’s book that some of our kids are having to read. It contains the most vulgar four-letter words you ever saw written on a sidewalk. But they said to me, “Now Rev. Hyles, Caine Mutiny is the language of a sailor. That is the way sailors talk.” I know a lot of sailors who do not have to use dirty words to talk!

Now you had better check and see what your children are being required to read. There has been a deterioration in our school system in the last five years that you would not believe. And in the next five years when these demonstrators and long-haired beatniks get out of college and are teaching our children, it will double the deterioration we have seen in the last five years. And that is only the beginning.

One of our students in our church overheard two teachers talking recently in school. One said, “If we are going to get something real vulgar in next year, we had better get something a little less vulgar in this year. And if we can get a certain book in this year, next year we will wriggle in the real vulgar ones.” And that is only the beginning.
THE IMMORAL PEOPLE WHO BACK SEX TEACHING IN SCHOOLS

In 1964, May 14, an organization was started in the State of New York called the Sex Information and Education Council of the United States, called SIECUS. It reached its full bloom on July 1, 1965. It broke in at 1855 Broadway in New York City. It is this organization that is influencing school systems all across America in sex education. Anybody knows that. It is either directly or indirectly responsible for the battle that is going on in almost every city of any size all across this great country concerning sex education in our school system. We call it SIECUS. Now its mother was a magazine called SEXOLOGY, which I will show in a few minutes. SIECUS, this sex education institute, was fostered by the editor and contributors and co-editors of a magazine called SEXOLOGY. SEXOLOGY is one of these magazines that was sold only behind the counter, a paperback that was considered pornography years ago. Now it has come to be a popular magazine because we live in an age when PLAYBOY, etc., can be popular. The people who founded, fostered and promoted the SEXOLOGY magazine are the people who are behind SIECUS. And those people are the ones who are behind the sex education program in our public school system.

I have tonight a copy of SEXOLOGY. Boy, you think I didn’t have a hard time getting this copy!

SEXOLOGY magazine is the forerunner of SIECUS, and I will prove it to you in a minute. I want to introduce to you tonight the people behind the sex education program.
Editor Rubin Proved Communist Editor SEXOLOGY

First, I introduce to you Editor Isadore Rubin. Mr. Rubin is editor of the SEXOLOGY magazine. He is the treasurer of SIECUS. Yes, the editor of this magazine SEXOLOGY is the treasurer of the organization that is behind the sex education program in Highland schools, in Munster schools, in Hammond schools, in Chicago schools, in Anaheim schools, in San Diego schools, and in school systems across this great nation. The editor of this pornographic literature is the treasurer of SIECUS! Mrs. Mildred Blauvelt was a detective for a number of years on the New York police force. On May 3, 1955, before the House Un-American Activities Committee, she identified under sworn statement that he, Isadore Rubin, editor of SEXOLOGY and treasurer of SIECUS, was a communist and she named the communist organizations to which he had belonged. In March, 1945, he was in service, the editor of this magazine and the treasurer of SIECUS, and he sent a ten-dollar donation to the Communist Party fund drive. When discharged from the army, he attended meetings of the Flatbush Club of the Communist Party.

He was called before the House Un-American Activities Committee and asked to refute his communistic affiliation but he refused to do so. He had a chance before the committee to say, “I am not a communist.” He refused to disassociate himself with communism. He was for awhile the editor of the New York Teacher News, the magazine of the newspaper, the official organ of the New York Teachers Union. The New York Teachers Union was expelled from AFL-CIO because of its communistic affiliation, and this man was the editor. And he is the treasurer of SIECUS! Isadore Rubin, one of the men who is trying to teach your boys and girls about sex, edits this pornographic magazine!
Associate Editor Kirkendall of SEXOLOGY

Meet Lester A. Kirkendall, professor of Family Life at Oregon State University, and the author of many lewd articles. And he is a noted pornographic writer. He is an editor of SEXOLOGY. I read in this paper: Lester A. Kirkendall, Ph.D., Editor, Parent Guidance of SEXOLOGY magazine. He has articles in SEXOLOGY. Now let me read you some of the “nice” articles in this magazine. Here are a few of the titles:

  • “Alcohol Can Solve Sex Problems.”
  • “My Wife Knows I Am a Homosexual.”
  • “Group Sex Orgies.”
  • “Can Humans Breed With Animals?”

These are some of the articles from the SEXOLOGY magazine. I read some from the June issue of 1969:

  • “The Girl Who Couldn’t Say No”
  • “Sex Life of a Dwarf”
  • “Hypnosis, a Sex Aid”
  • “The Prostitute and Her Customer”

Mr. Rubin, who advocates the sex education program, the communist, the brother of communists, and the editor of this filth, is the one you are promoting. And then Mr. Kirkendall is a faithful contributor and editor of SEXOLOGY magazine.

Mr. Kirkendall has suggested a revision of SEXOLOGY “for use in the public school system.” He is the past director of the American Humanist Association, which is an organization given to fighting religion. So far you are walking in good company, aren’t you?
Co-Founder of Sex Education Program William Genne

Meet “Rev.” William Genne. Rev. Genne is one of the co-founders of SIECUS. In 1966 he affiliated himself with an organization that was shady. A report in May 22, 1968 from the files of the House UnAmerican Activities Committee, spoke of his belonging to a communist front organization. He has belonged to the Community of Peaceful Alternatives, to the Atlantic Pact, the World’s Peace Appeal, and other organizations, avowed communist front organizations. Meet “Rev.” Genne also of SIECUS.
Pornography Writer Dr. Pomeroy

Meet Dr. Wardell Pomeroy, also connected with SIECUS. He is a psychotherapist and marriage counselor in New York City. He is the co-author with Kinsey on “Sexual Behavior of the Human Male.” In the June, 1968, issue of SEXOLOGY he describes “Most Unusual Sex Case” with this subtitle: “Introduced to Sex by His Grandmother and to Homosexuality by His Father, This Man Literally Tried Everything.” Isn’t that a wonderful article? Aren’t you proud that you are for a sex education program that is promoted and fostered by men who write such articles as this! Mr. Pomeroy is on the Board of Consultants of SEXOLOGY.
President and Executive Director of SIECUS

Meet Lester Doniger. Lester Doniger is the current president of SIECUS. He gives two birthplaces: one in Poland and one in Australia. How convenient! His wife has sold tickets to communist meetings in her state. He now is president of SIECUS. He himself has had a shady past and much contact with communist-front organizations.

Meet Mary Calderone, the biggest serpent of them all. Mary Calderone, the executive director of SIECUS, advocates the teaching of sex in the kindergarten. Concerning homosexuality she said, “I cannot condemn it.” She directs SIECUS! She is the one who heads the program, trying to put sex education in our public school system. She Said, “It will be some time before homosexuality receives general acceptance in America.” I quote again Mary Calderone: “By the age of ten, a child should master the factual aspects of reproduction.”

In the SATURDAY EVENING POST her motto was quoted as being, “TELL THEM EVERYTHING!” Listen, I cannot tell you all this wicked woman advocates. I cannot tell you the words she wants kindergarten pupils to know. I cannot tell you completely how she wants the terms of sex organs to be known, called off by kindergarten pupils. She is the executive director of SIECUS, and we have not yet begun!
Another Director Specializes in Nude Photos of Sex Sin

Meet William Masters, also a SIECUS director. He, William Masters, employs unmarried people to perform sexual acts before cameras so films can be made of sexual acts for presentation to others. Can you feature it! Look! Why, a liberal preacher, an atheist, an agnostic, ought to be against this trash! Why should a fundamentalist preacher have to stand almost alone? Every preacher in this area who believes in God ought to be against people who try to fight religion and the existence of a God. Taking our unmarried people and having them perform sex acts before cameras! He is also a SIECUS director! Aren’t you proud of yourself! Go home and look in the mirror and say, “Boy, you are walking in good company.” Also these demented perverts and communist people who edit and found and direct a magazine that was so indecent a few years ago you had to buy it between the covers of other magazines. Now these people are affecting and changing the lives of millions of boys and girls in our nation.

William Masters has been quoted in that satanic-inspired PLAYBOY magazine time and time again.
David Mace and Ashley Montagu

Meet David Mace. David Mace is the immediate past president of SIECUS. He fights morality and calls this Bible “the folklore of ancient Hebrews.” Now look. This kind of communistic humanism always is anti-God and anti-Bible — always is!

Meet Ashley Montagu who is on the SIECUS Board of Consultants. Ashley Montagu also is a part of the SEXOLOGY magazine’s team. He said he approves “the demasculinization of the human male” and advocates what I have preached against from this pulpit again and again and again. This one-world crowd, this one-church crowd, this one-race crowd comes eventually to one-sex crowd. And now they want one sex. The feminization of the American male. Look around at some of these fellows, or whatever they are, and you will see it — wearing their hair like girls, wearing jewelry like girls. There is a definite correlation between feminine dress, feminine hair styles and homosexuality. Hold it. I didn’t say that every hippie is a homosexual. But I say when a nation gets to the place when you can’t tell the men from the women, there is a reason for it.

He says — Mr. Montagu — that the feminization of American males is a step in the right direction.

I have read to you and am reading to you a list of men whose pictures ought to be in post offices across America with the word WANTED underneath them. They are doing more to curse America than the biggest convict in this nation. Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker couldn’t reach the hem of their garments when it comes to destroying our nation like these are doing.
“How to Publish Dirty Books for Fun and Profit”

Meet Barney Rossit. SIECUS lists Barney Rossit as a source of information. He has been repeatedly in court because of his pornography. In the SATURDAY EVENING POST for January 25 he was the subject of an article, “How to Publish Dirty Books for Fun and Profit,” and he is affiliated with SIECUS, the organization that is putting sex education in our public schools! He is known for glorifying communism.

Now here is the one that will curl your hair. Meet Albert Ellis. Albert Ellis is recommended by SIECUS. He is an oft-married fellow. He said about religion, “The religious person sells his soul so that he may feel comfortable with this heavenly helper he has invented.” Another one of your team members! Quote again, “Religion is a needless inhibition.”
Would Debase His Sister, He Says

Meet Albert Ellis. Albert Ellis advocates free sex and homosexuality. He made this statement. I hate to read it, but I am going to, leaving out just one word: “If I were stuck on a desert island with my sister, I would almost surely ######### and let the chips fall where they may.” Yes, meet Albert Ellis. He says, “Religion is a form of mental sickness.”

I hold in my hand a copy of the HAMMOND TIMES, Section B, Sunday, May 25, 1969. “Symposium Schedule, Hammond. Six top men in the field of psychology are scheduled to take part in the second Symposium of human growth and development in October. The second Symposium is being sponsored by the psychology department of Hammond schools. Emotional Education is the subject of Dr. Albert Ellis …. Five of the six sessions will be held in Morton High School Auditorium.” This is not in California; it is in Hammond. Dr. Albert Ellis is speaking at Morton School. He said, “If I were stuck on a desert island with my sister, I would almost surely ####### and let the chips fall where they may.” “Religion is a form of mental sickness.” “Homosexuality is all right.” “The religious person sells his soul so that he may feel comfortable with this heavenly helper he has invented.” “Religion is a needless inhibition.”

Listen! If it is illegal to read this blessed Book, the Bible, in the public schools, it ought to be as equally illegal to have an atheist and a sex pervert like this to feed the minds of our boys and girls rotten filth. I say that if it is wrong in the public schools to say the Bible is true, then it is wrong to say it is false. Either have both sides to present or leave it alone. You say, “I don’t like the way you are preaching.” But you don’t mind the Rap Browns and the Stokely Carmichaels getting up and shouting, do you? It is time some decent people started speaking up. Well, Dr. Albert Ellis is coming to our city.

Meet Dr. Joseph Fletcher, recommended by SIECUS, who said, “For me, there are no rules at all.” He was cited by the House Un-American Activities Committee as the sponsor and supporter of the Communist Party. Herbert Philbrick was a secret agent of the F.B.I. who ran with communists for years. He says he worked with Joseph Fletcher actively in the Communist Party. Fletcher is one of the SIECUS team.

I could go on and on and on. I could call off thirty or forty-five names of other men who have this same affiliation and the same perverted, indecent, vulgar minds as these men. Now, whether you believe it or not, or like it or not, when you have a meeting with your school board concerning sex education, though many of them do not even know it, this is the thing that they are promoting, and these are the men whose literature your children will be reading.
How the Sex Education Program Works

What is their program? If you lived in Palo Alto, California, your child in kindergarten would very likely come home and say, “Mama, guess what happened today at school? …. What happened? …. The teacher borrowed a little boy baby and a girl baby and bathed them in front of our class today to show the difference.” That is a part of their program.

If you lived in San Diego, California, your child would receive seventeen lessons on sex in the schools. Slides would be shown to the sixth grade, roving teachers would go from school to school giving five days of lectures. Get this. Your child would see a Walt Disney animated cartoon entitled “The Story of Menstruation.”

If you lived in Anaheim, California, your child would go to a school system superintended by Mr. Paul Cook. Mr. Cook said, “Not long ago they would have hanged me from the nearest telephone pole for what I am doing now.” He said, “God-centered religion in passé.” And yet ninety-two per cent of the parents in Anaheim, California, voted to stand solidly behind what he is doing — the SIECUS program.

A news reporter named John Steinbacker asked a Marine one day on the streets of Anaheim why the Marines all came to Ariahelm on a weekend. Now Anaheim is the show place of SIECUS. Ariahelm, California, is the place where SIECUS has done more dirt than any other place, I think. The Marine’s answer to that question was, “Man, everybody knows that high school girls are available here!” I wonder why?

Kirkendall, whose name I mentioned awhile ago, said, “Just sneak it in.” What? Sex education. “Go to the PTA. That is where the power lies.” And, by the way, let me say a word about them. There is a magazine called the PTA magazine that is going to answer to God for a lot of the rot in America. “Go to the PTA. There is where the power lies.” Now get this. This is an above board way to do it. “Don’t say you are going to start a sex education course. Say that you are going to enrich and expand and make it better. And sneak it in.” Then Kirkendall advised to get a group of leading businessmen, doctors, lawyers — and form a committee. Get them to endorse it, then you can sneak it in better.

Ladies and gentlemen, what is happening in America is the same thing that happened in Spain, in Russia, in Greece and other nations. They have leveled their attack at the next generation. And we have bowed down before the god of secular education so long that our youth have been sorely affected.
Supreme Court Struck Down Decent Laws Against Pornography

You say, “Preacher, who is the main offender?” Now hang on to your seats for we are really going to ride rough for a minute. I think I see a Texas ‘norther’ coming up! The main offenders on whose hands rests the blood of America more than any other men are those on the Supreme Court. Earl Warren and his cohorts have opened the door to allow such filth to become respectable.

I have — and I am not going to show them but I am just going to tell you what it is — I have two pictures here that are used in sex training. One picture shows two dogs together, and I won’t say anything else. The next picture shows a man and woman in bed together.

In Chicago was shown a movie on sex education. Out of 3,200 students, sixteen refused to see the film, and they were branded by the SATURDAY EVENING POST as fundamentalists from the hills of West Virginia. Now you can say what you want to say, brother, but I would rather be an ignorant fundamentalist from the hills of West Virginia who couldn’t even write my name nor wear shoes on my feet, than to be so smart I thought I knew more than God Almighty!

I thank God that in the State of Louisiana the legislature there voted ninety-four to four to make it illegal to teach sex in the public school system unless it was approved by every parent of every child. There are a lot of God-fearing, decent American citizens who still have some integrity and character left in these places that are being sold off to you by the news media as bigots, and that is just not so.

There are still a lot of counties in America where they have voted dry and you can’t buy beer. The county I pastored in Texas for almost seven years was dry. You couldn’t even buy a bottle of beer. Some 300,000 people lived in the area where I grew up and it was as dry as a bone. You couldn’t buy a bottle of beer anywhere in that area. We voted liquor out every year in the town where I pastored in Texas. The town only had 28,000 people, and 4,000 of them belonged to my church, one out of seven! And every time we voted liquor down they would say, “It was those Bible-tot’n’ Baptists!” Amen!

What are the results? Venereal disease is reaching almost epidemic proportions in our country. You don’t hear much about this. SIECUS won’t publish this. They won’t put this in the movies. Eighty thousand reported cases in America in 1966, and who knows how many thousands of others! A seventy per cent increase over 1956. In one year, 90,000 unwed teen-age mothers. Teen-age marriages have risen 500 per cent, and teen-age divorces are three times the proportion to divorces of those twenty-one and over.

Here is the sad part. You and I are paying for it. The United States government last year invested 1.5 million dollars to promote this program in thirteen school districts across this nation. You and I are paying for it. Now the honest truth is, it is morally wrong to teach another’s children religious convictions. Did you hear what I said ? It is morally wrong. Now it is not morally wrong to read the Bible. But it is morally wrong to teach your religious convictions to somebody else’s child unless that parent approves.

Now listen. Mr. Kinsey said, in his report that came out some years ago, that the greatest influence on morals is religion. If that be so, sail by one of their own group, that means that when you teach another’s child or you allow your child to be taught by another, the subject of sex, they are teaching your child something that is prompted by religious convictions. And it is wrong for our public school system to put our children at the mercy of just whoever happens to be teaching biology this year.
WHAT CAN PEOPLE DO?

Now what can we do? I have skipped a lot, but what can we do?

One. Check on your child. I am going to ask you a question. How many people in this house have children in school? Yes. Many of you do. Another question: How many of you have taken time to read as many as ten pages of any book this year that was required reading for your child at school? Will you be honest and raise your hand? Now there is your trouble. Not one-tenth of the people who have children in school even check what the child is reading.

They showed a sex film in a certain school in this area. I think there were six children who didn’t see it, and these went to a room together. And five of them belonged to First Baptist Church of Hammond!

You say, “But how about our church?” Listen. Unless your preacher barks as loud as I do on the subject, folks won’t hear him. Look. I had a little run-in with a teacher — not a serious one; in fact, I probably have as good relation with the teachers of my children as anybody in this area could have. Our kids are required to write notes of gratitude to their teachers every year, and we do our best to keep our relationship wholesome between the school and this church and this preacher. But I was talking with a certain teacher about a rule, and the teacher said, “You have no say in it. Your child is ours when she is at school.”

And I said, “You hear me, and you hear me well. I don’t care if she is at school or at the zoo, she is my child, And you’ve got a battle on your hands if you think she is your child because she is at school.” And I repeated, “You hear me, and you hear me well. You are going to respect our religious convictions, or I am taking it to the Supreme Court of America.”

She said, “I have neither the time nor the money to do that.”

I said, “I have the time and I will raise the money.”

Check on your child. Stand up, be different. Good night! What is wrong with Christian people in this area! Take a stand. Well, you say, “I am afraid little Johnny will be embarrassed.” It wasn’t easy on Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, you know. Daniel was not the most popular boy in the Senior class. When Paul was stoned outside Lystra, he wasn’t elected “the boy most likely to succeed.” He wasn’t on his way to the Senior Prom. What’s Wrong with Christians believing something, living by it, standing by it, dying for it! Stand for something.

Good night! You Methodists, stand for something! You Presbyterians, stand for something! You Episcopalians, stand!

I heard a story about folks who went to Heaven. And they saw a fellow dancing. He was just dancing all over Heaven and he had a bunch of folks with him. People asked, “What are those folks doing?” And St. Peter said, “That’s Hyles and First Baptist.” “Well, what are they dancing for?” He said, “They didn’t get to dance on earth, so they are living it up, up here!”

They saw a bunch of folks baptizing — I mean just down up, down up, down up, down up, baptizing, baptizing. “Who are they?” asked the inquisitive one. And St. Peter said, “They are Methodists. They never did baptize on earth, and they are having a time baptizing up here.”

Over in the corner were some people just sitting, bored to tears. And the guest asked, “Who are those people doing nothing?” St. Peter answered, “They are Ecumenicals. There ain’t nothing they didn’t do on earth!”

Stand for something! There are enough Bible-believers in the Calumet region to change some things if we stand. Stand!

You say, “How do we do it?” Well, one way is this way. Walk up to the teacher and say courteously and kindly, “I am not here to cause trouble, but I am here to say that my child cannot participate in this, which is against our religious convictions.” Now ninety per cent of the teachers are the kind of folks who will let your child do something else for credit. And it is time somebody stood toe to toe with the other ten per cent and slugged it out. Stand! Good night! Young people, stand! stand!

God Has a Payday for All Who Stand True

We Christian people tonight stand on the blood of martyrs who died for what we believe. People have been burned at the stake for this old Book. People have been dragged to death in the streets, with their brains dashed out on the rocks, for this old Book. People have put their heads in the guillotine, and had their heads severed from their bodies, for this old Book. People have been stripped naked and boiled in hot water until they died, for this old Book. People have been thrown to the lions in Rome, thousands of them, for this old Book. People have shed their blood, had their tongues cut out, had their eyeballs plucked out with sharp pincers; people have been dragged to death, beaten to death, stoned to death; people have been gassed and suffered every form of martyrdom in the world; people have lost their lives, their families, their homes — everything so you and I would have the Book. Now let’s do something about standing for it, too.

Must I be carried to the skies
On flow’ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed thro’ bloody seas?
Sure I must fight, if l would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord;
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.
And when the battle’s over,
We shall wear a crown,
We shall wear a crown,
Yes, we shall wear a crown;
And when the battle’s over,
We shall wear a crown
In the new Jerusalem!

What difference does it make if we are hated here. I am called everything a man could be called. I am lied about, gossiped about, and hated, and cussed, and folks won’t speak to me on the streets. But I will tell you one thing, brother, when I walk down the golden streets of the New Jerusalem, Peter and Paul will speak to me. I will tell you another thing: those of us who stand for decency and those of us who stand for the Bible, and those of us who stand for what is right and against what is wrong, one of these days they will put on a parade for us. Some of you little mealy-mouthed Christians who never did stand, and folks didn’t criticise you, up in Heaven you will have to borrow money for a shoeshine. You didn’t stand. Stand! Stand! It wouldn’t be so hard on some of the kids to stand if all the kids would stand.

How many times have things like this come up and I have called the teacher and spoken kindly and I mean it. When I get in personal conversation with people, I do my best to be kind. That is the honest truth. Don’t you go up to school and preach like I am preaching now. This is my pulpit and the signs say FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH and you didn’t pay to get it. You come to my house and visit me and I will just romp and stomp all I want to. It is my territory, and I own it. Not the whole church, but this up here is mine, deeded to me. I have told the deacons, “You can have all the church you want, but from right over here in this corner to over here in this corner belongs to me, and no board, no deacon, no organization, no denomination will tell me what to say behind this pulpit.” I feel sure some of you are going to choke before you leave! We had better stand so you can breathe a bit! A lot of you folk never heard a prophet before. To stand true whatever the people think — many of you have never heard that before. And that is to your disgrace. Your boys and girls ought to be growing up in a church that stands for something. The Apostle Paul wrote to a young preacher and said, “And having done all, Stand.”

Back Up Bible-Believing Pastors and Churches

Number two. Get your family into an old-fashioned, Bible-preaching church, where an old-fashioned Bible preacher can build their faith in the Word of God.

But you say, “Brother Hyles, Granddad belonged to the church that I belong to now. They don’t believe the Bible, but I hate to leave Granddad’s old church.” If Granddad were alive, he wouldn’t set foot in it now, if it doesn’t believe the Bible. Get in a Bible-believing, Bible-preaching church that has conviction that will instill in your boys and girls decency.

Number three. Get good books for your children to read. My boy David is a freshman in high school. Tonight he rode to church with me. David was quiet and I hadn’t said anything. He had a book, and I said, “David, what are you reading?” It was called, I think, The Best of Billy Sunday. I didn’t make him read it. He just has good books around his room. We give him good books.

Number four. Oppose SIECUS in your public school system. Oppose it. I mean, let your vote be counted. Oppose it.

Number five. Get in a church that preaches anti-communism, anti-socialism, and decency. I picked up my newspaper one day and I could not believe what I saw. A pastor in this area was lauded and was proud that he uses the PLAYBOY magazine as text for his sermon. If you go there, God pity you! And God pity him, when he stands before God. And instead of laughing, you ought to be crying about it. I would rather be a bootlegger when I stand before the bar of God, than be a preacher who preaches from PLAYBOY magazine. And I hope to my soul that he is here tonight. God pity him! Have you ever heard of the Bible?

Be Faithful Sunday School Teachers

Number six. Sunday school teachers, we have a big battle — a big battle. Son, you on the end, will you come up here? What is your name? Gabriel? Gabriel? I have read about you in the Bible. You blow a horn, don’t you! How is Michael doing? This little fellow is good looking, isn’t he — for a boy. Boys are made out of rats, and snails, and puppy dog tails. Did you know that? Is this little boy going to have to sit under SIECUS? Of course, he doesn’t have to, because his parents can keep him from it. You say he will flunk. But he will pass in Heaven. If he has to sit under that kind of program five days a week, and you are his Sunday school teacher, God pity you if you just go out of town because you want to go out of town for the weekend every once in awhile, and this boy goes without your teaching on the Lord’s day. God pity you if you don’t spend your life trying to save this boy. You say Amen to me, yet you teach boys and girls in Sunday school and you won’t come forty Sundays a year. Now put your money where your mouth is. Dedicate yourself tonight to say, “By the grace of God, my boys and girls need the best teaching I can give them, and I will do it.”

Thank you, little fellow. See there. “You are welcome.” He learned that in Sunday school. Didn’t you? “Yes, Sir.” Did you hear that? That is the kind of boys we grow. Our Sunday school teachers dedicate themselves to combating evil. Give yourself to your class. Choir directors of children’s choirs and folks who work with youth groups, dedicate yourselves by the grace of God to do your best.

Seeing Him Who Is Invisible

Jack Hyles - Seeing Him Who is Invisible

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“Who through faith subdued kingdoms, wrought righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, Quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, waxed valiant in fight, turned to flight the armies of the aliens. Women received their dead raised to life again: and others were tortured, not accepting deliverance that they might obtain a better resurrection: And others had trial of cruel mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and imprisonment: They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword: they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, tormented; (Of whom the world was not worthy:) they wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth. And these all, having obtained a good report through faith, received not the promise: God having provided some better thing for us, that they without us should not be made perfect.” –Heb. 11:33-40

Now turn back, if you will, to verse 24 of Hebrews 11, then carefully follow in the reading of verses 24 to 27.

“By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of pharaoh’s daughter; Choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season; Esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures in Egypt: for he had respect unto the recompense of the reward. By faith he forsook Egypt, not fearing the wrath of the king: for he endured [notice very carefully the next line], AS SEEING HIM WHO IS INVISIBLE.”

Now brethren, let’s face it. We are in the fight of our lives. It has been made exceedingly difficult in my town. For six or seven years I have been standing in my town and fighting. Norman Vincent Pealism, National Council of Churchism and all the rest of it, and my folks believed what I said. Now there come those who preach the same message that I preach, yet embrace those whose doctrine I have fought through the years. My people come to me and ask me the same questions your people ask you: “Brother Hyles, we have always thought Norman Vincent Peale taught a doctrine that is wrong and lacked the punch. And we have always thought it was wrong to affiliate with the National Council. We have always thought it was wrong to associate with World Council people, and yet, Brother Hyles, there are people today who preach basically the same message that you preach who associate with those people.”

I lose people from my church, and many of you do–people who can’t understand. They feel perhaps through the years we’ve been too narrow, our message has been too biased, and we have been a little prejudiced against some people and jealous and what not, because we have preached through the years some basic fundamental things. Now those who preach basically the same message we preach embrace those who formerly were our enemies. Black used to be black and white white; but now it has become a dirty gray till a person can hardly tell what is black and what is white.

Now brethren, how are we going to take these things? I don’t know about you, but I get discouraged sometimes. Sometimes I think nobody is left but me.

I say to my wife, “How did you like my sermon?” With her tongue in cheek she says, “Good.” I know what she means. And the dog won’t wag his tail at me; the cat won’t even come and let me feed him milk. It seems as though the whole world is down on me. I can walk under the door without bending over. I can sit in the gutter and dangle my feet. It seems nothing is going right. I get discouraged, and so do you. Many times you, like me, shed tears of loneliness and sorrow.

Sometimes I wish some preacher with convictions would come to my town with whom I could agree. I wish he would come to be pastor in my town so my own folks wouldn’t think I was the only one in the world who was against something. It seems everything that goes on I have to get against. I get out of one scrap right into another. I don’t mean to fight. Really I like people and want to get along with them; yet it seems there is one scrap after another.

So I get discouraged. you laugh now, but you are laughing because you were crying yesterday! When two people get together who have tuberculosis, and they cough, your cough doesn’t sound so loud if somebody else is coughing along with you! We get discouraged and down in the dumps and wonder if it is worth it all.

You think the battle is raging now–it has just begun. The same Devil that fought yesterday is alive today. The same Devil that put these Christians into lions’ mouths and in flames of fire is still alive today. Are we going to take it?

Look at Moses. Moses chose to serve God rather than all the riches of Egypt. Moses, how did you take it?

“I’ve seen Him who is invisible.”

You are not going to take it unless every once in awhile you get a glimpse of Him who is invisible.

Aren’t you tired of just going to church? Aren’t you tired of singing the “Doxology” and “How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours” and “How Dry I Am”? The preacher does the best he can; he tries to get in touch with Heaven, but the line is busy. The operator is off for the week-end and you can’t get through. Aren’t you tired of going to church, then going home and feeling you haven’t heard from Heaven? But when we go to church and God comes and talks to us and we feel His presence, then we go home and feel so good!

There are times when I go to church–it’s one of those mornings we slept a little later and I had to dress all three kids by myself. Just about the time we are ready to leave, we discover Linda Lou’s right shoe is on her left foot and her left shoe on her right foot. We get in the car and David wants a drink–got to go back and get him a drink. We go to church and Becky feels that she doesn’t look just right, and my wife’s dress is wrinkled because the baby wallowed all over her. I get up in the pulpit and try to get in touch with Heaven but can’t. I go home and realize I have failed.

Brother, when your people come to hear you preach, they come to hear from Heaven. And if you fail to give them something straight of the altar from Heaven, you ought to resign your pulpit and let somebody in there who can get a call through to Heaven. Now you had as well face this. you will kill yourself if you don’t see Him who is invisible every once in awhile.

In the last year I have been voted out of everything. I got voted out of the Dallas County Baptist Association on October 19,1957. It’s funny now; it was sad then. Do you know what October 10 is in the Bible? The Day of Atonement! (Both Joe Boyd and I were voted out the same time.) The Day of Atonement was the day the high priest took two goats. Do you recall the offering of the scapegoat? On that day the high priest took two goats. He killed one of them and left the other out in the wilderness and said, “Don’t you ever come back.” Now that happened to me.

Oh, I don’t want to preach if I can’t get in touch with Him who is invisible. I don’t want fellowship with God’s people if I can’t have God’s fellowship. The reason you are at this conference is because you want to see Him who is invisible. If you go home from this conference after hearing these men but have not had fellowship with and seen Him who is invisible, you have cheated yourself out of $20, or whatever you spent to get here.

There are three basic things about people who see Him who is invisible. Moses saw Him in the burning bush. Saul saw Him on the Damascus Road. Stephen saw Him when he was being stoned to death. Paul saw Him when he was outside the city of Lystra. The Hebrew children saw Him in the fiery furnace. Jacob saw him wrestling at midnight. Daniel saw Him in the lions’ den. And others saw Him. And if you want to see Him, you will have to have these three basic things these men had.

Only in Heartbreak, Perhaps, Will You See Him Who Is Invisible

Every man in the Bible who saw Him who is invisible was a man of heartache. he was a man of loneliness. he was a man who bore reproach. These three things accompanied those in the Bible who saw him who is invisible.

Brethren, the times when I have seen Him who is invisible were those times when my heart was broken. Those were good times. It seems the Lord has a wonderful way of turning heartache into victory, and times of loneliness and despair into victory. Preacher brethren, isn’t it good when you get in the middle of the battle and get discouraged and down in the dumps, to know that God really called you to preach?

I recall several experiences in my life when I have seen Him who is invisible. There are times when I get lonely, discouraged, down in the dumps. In those times it seems God has given me a vision of him who if invisible.

My first experience took place when I was a small boy. I promised God on my daddy’s grave that everywhere I would tell this experience. My daddy was a drunkard, I was raised in a poor home with no conveniences–just a little cabin on the edge of town. Because she couldn’t afford a dress to wear to walk across the platform, my sister couldn’t get her diploma with the rest of her class.

It came time for me to graduate. The morning of the commencement exercise, I had nothing but a pair of blue jeans and a tee shirt to wear to my own graduation. I looked in the closet and said, “O God, give me something to wear to commencement tonight. I can’t wear blue jeans and a tee shirt.” When I went to the mailbox at noon there was a $50 check from one of my old uncles. He wrote, “Spend it for your graduation present.” I went downtown, bought a suit and graduated with as pretty a suit as anybody had.

I was raised poor. My little old mother–God bless her–had a life full of heartaches. Her daddy was mean and beat her; he didn’t love her as he ought to. She married a drunkard at seventeen and had a little baby girl when she was eighteen. This baby was born in invalid, never walked or talked. When she was seven she died. My mother had another little girl and at seven she died.

I shall never forget one night. My dad didn’t come home. He was out drunk. We had nothing to eat, so Mamma came to me and said, “Son, let’s go to bed early tonight.” I thought, “Well…okay.” Then I heard Mamma crying. I didn’t know then why, but not I realize it was because there was nothing to eat, and no wood to put in the stove. About four o’clock in the morning I heard Mother open the door. Daddy came stumbling in. The car was torn up; he was broke and bloody. There wasn’t anything worth living for, it seemed.

I can recall wishing Daddy would go to church. It was Saturday night. I can recall going over as a little boy and getting on my knees and looking up and saying, “Daddy, why don’t you go to church tomorrow?” Daddy would shove me away and say, “I don’t have time for church.”

Somehow God spoke to my heart that day and I went to church. That night I saw Him who is invisible. I got saved that night.

So you know God gives us experiences with Him who is invisible through heartaches and tragedy.

When I became a teen-ager I saw my daddy leave home, and Mother and I had to rough it the best we could. I went to work and tried to take care of Mother as she had taken care of me. I still try to take care of her. Even to this day I still pay my mother’s rent and take care of the food. She is a member of my church now, is seventy-odd-years-old, and I get to preach to her every Sunday. She thinks I’m better than John Rice!

I went to work to take care of Mother, but it seemed we couldn’t make ends meet, couldn’t pay the bills. One day I went to church so forsaken and so forlorn–I just didn’t know what to do. you know what the Lord did? God called me to preach that day! I saw Him who is invisible.

So in every deep experience I have ever had, I had to cry before I laughed. You have to go down before you can go up; have to get sad before you get happy.

Loneliness, the Price of Seeing Him Who Is Invisible

Then I went through other experiences. When my daddy passed away I stood on his grave and asked God why. From that day to this I have not been the same man. God gave me a vision of him who is invisible.

I wasn’t going to say anything here about getting voted out of the Association, but I almost have to. You’ve heard about Lone Ranger and Tonto. Tonto is the Indian companion of the Lone Ranger. They went out in the desert in Texas. Ten thousand Indians came toward them and attacked them from the north, and so they took off south. Then ten thousand Indians came from the south, and so they took off east. Then ten thousand Indians came from the east, so they took off west. There were the Lone Ranger and Tonto, his Indian companion, out in the middle of forty thousand Indians, no way to go. They were coming down upon them quickly. The Lone Ranger looked at Tonto and said, “Tonto, what are we going to do?” Tonto looked at him and said “Ugh, what do you mean ‘we,’ white man?”

That is what they said! When I was voted out of the Association, I had lots of friends [I thought they were friends]” so I went to them and said, “What are we going to do?” They said, “Ugh, what do you mean ‘we,’ Jack?” There we wee. Friends gone, revivals canceled. The first day after it happened four speaking engagements were canceled. A revivalist was coming to my church. Within two or three weeks he had canceled our revival. It just seemed like the whole world had fallen in.

Actually, our people never even heard of the Association. They didn’t know there was a Dallas Baptist Association. We belonged to it, but our folks didn’t know it. They thought we had lost our charter. They thought we couldn’t have services anymore. Lots of them said, “What are we going to do with the building now that we can’t have a church anymore?” They thought that. Finally it dawned upon us what had happened, and for awhile we felt lonely.

I had been to a Southern Baptist college and seminary and pastored four Southern Baptist churches, and for awhile it seemed lonely. People we never dreamed would leave us, left us. Folks we never dreamed would break their friendship, broke their friendship. I mean the best friends I had, I thought, turned their backs on our church and upon me just like that.

Preacher boys whom God had saved and called to preach under our ministry, and everything they knew had been taught from our pulpit, left us just in a moment. They were gone. It seemed like the church was rocking and reeling. It seemed for awhile as if the whole thing was breaking in. I said, “Lord, I’m going to leave. I feel led to be an evangelist. I’m going to leave.” So I decided to go.

One night I was sound asleep, just enjoying a good night’s rest. (I love to dream. I pray to God every night when I go to sleep, “Lord, let me dream something tonight. I don’t want to waste my time while sleeping. Let me dream something tonight.” I love to dream. Listen! I’ve been to Shanghai, China; I’ve been to Rome, Italy; I’ve been to London, England; I’ve preached city-wide revivals in New York City and Chicago; and I’ve never been to any of them. I did it in a dream. Wonderful experiences! I have seen literally thousands of people saved in my dreams. I love it! It’s wonderful. You ought to get in the habit. Eat a hamburger before you go to bed every night and ask God to help you dream! God will do it!)

So I was sound asleep and dreaming. The telephone rang, and oh, the horror of a preacher’s telephone at two o’clock in the morning! I thought, “I wonder who is dead now.” I went to the phone and picked up the receiver. One of my custodians said, “Brother Jack, come to the church quickly.”

“What in the name of common sense happened?”

“A tornado hit the educational building.”

“Oh, no! Oh, no, no! A thousand times no. I’m still dreaming.”

He said, “You’re not dreaming. A tornado hit the educational building. Come quickly.”

It was pouring down rain. Hail was on the ground. I rushed down to the church house in the midst of the pouring down rain and hail, looked up and saw through the top of our educational building. The top story was blown off and was down against one of the other buildings. The water was going through and you could swim in the bottom floor. Furniture was broken. I looked at my associate pastor, who went with me–we lived four houses from each other–and said, “Brother Jim, this is it! I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t. This is it! Friends are gone, members are gone, deacons are mad, preacher boys have left–now the building blown down. This is it!”

That was Friday night. Saturday morning I went down to the church house, and folks came by the church. One thing about our church in Garland–you don’t have to know what’s going to happen; something is always happening. If it’s not a tornado, somebody has dropped dead in the church (it has happened right in our church). Folks were driving by to look at the building.

I was crying. I said to the associate pastor, “Now, Brother Jim, this is it. you better look for a place to go because I’m quitting. I’m just going to quit!”

The next morning I got up in the pulpit. What did I preach on? On Job; what else was there to preach on? I told the people about Job, and really, honestly, I was sitting in ashes and burning and scraping my old sores and feeling sorry for myself. I got down to where I was trying to show them that God gave Job the victory and he said, “I know that my redeemer liveth.” Usually I would say, “Boy, I KNOW that my Redeemer liveth,” but that morning I didn’t know. So I said, ” I know…that my Redeemer liveth.” The people didn’t know either. I was going to show them where God came down and gave Job the victory, gave him children, and gave him more than he had had before, and God blessed him bountifully. I got down to that place and I said, “Look here!” I wasn’t convinced myself. I said, “God is going to bless us–I know He is.” I didn’t know it, but I said it. “I know God is going to bless us. Look here,” and I read the Scripture… and you know what it said? It said when the Lord came down to tell Job that victory had come, He came in a whirlwind! “Oh,” I said, “Victory has come! The Lord came in a tornado and told us that victory is here, and defeat is over!”

Boy, the people shouted for joy, the choir rejoiced, and folks were saying, “Praise the Lord!” All of a sudden like a bolt out of the blue, we had a glimpse again of Him who is invisible, and from that day till this we haven’t been the same.

More than anything else in the world, we need some hard times! We need some times to be broke and lonely and forsaken and forgotten! We need some enemies, and some heartaches, some battles!

In my own crooked, wicked, vile life, if I didn’t have heartaches and times of despondency and loneliness, I wouldn’t seek help from Him. But I want you to know, when those times come and it seems like nobody understands and really you can say nobody does understand–nobody understands but Jesus. He is the only one who ever had the problems that we have, like we’re having them.

Dr. Rice, bless his heart, will come to the rescue of anybody who stands for God anywhere–I don’t care who he is. if I had my life to live over and could be born with any daddy in the world, I’d say, “Let me be John Rice’s son.” Walt, I congratulate you. If I had found one of these Rice girls before I married, I believe I would have been a bigamist! I really do, I really do, because I’d like to be in his family. Anyhow I appreciate him and he comes to your rescue. But even John Rice doesn’t completely understand your problems and I don’t completely understand his problems. Neither my little old mother nor my wife completely understand my problems. There are times when nobody understands, and the only hope you’ve got is to see Him who is invisible.

God is so good and so wonderful, and about the time we get down to the bottom of the barrel, it seems as if he lifts the shutter of Heaven and says, “Say, look at Me again.” We get to see Him again and we say, “Fill ‘er up. We’re on our way again,” and off we go. So times of heartaches seem to accompany times of seeing him who is invisible.

In the second place, it seems men who have seen Him who is invisible are lonely men. I didn’t intend to say this, but I will: Don’t ever get to the place where you depend upon these conferences for your spiritual strength. Get a straight line through to Heaven. Get through when there are no conferences going on! He who is invisible is available for conferences any time. Depend on fellowship with Him, speak with Him–the God who lives, the God who rained fire on Elijah, the God who filled the oil in the little lady’s pots, the God who changed water to wine, the God who fed the five thousand, the God who raised His Son from the dead. He is a God who lives and you can have fellowship with Him who is invisible.

I think how lonely Dr. Rice must get. I’ll tell you, loneliness is the hardest thing I’ve had to face since I’ve been preaching. I was raised in a Southern Baptist church–licensed, married, baptized, spanked, everything else in a Southern Baptist church! That’s all I knew. When I started preaching my preacher preached pretty good and I thought every preacher stood against sin. So I took off with a pitch-fork in one hand, to stick folks in the seat of the breeches and wake them up, and a Bible in the other, to tell them what to do when they woke up. I found out right away that everybody wasn’t for me. I was brutally shocked! The pastor of the First Baptist Church where I was pastoring then didn’t feel led to co-operate with me. Talk about co-operating with modernists–he wouldn’t co-operate with me at all! It just seemed nobody understood.

It seems the lonelier the road has gotten, the sweeter it has been. I couldn’t say that before I read the whirlwind, but the lonelier the road has gotten, the sweeter it’s been. It seems when you get to the place where you say, “Who can I turn to?” Somebody says, “Did you ever think about Me?” You look up and He pulls back the shutter and you get a glimpse of Him who is invisible.

Bearing Christ’s Reproach Must Come With Seeing Him Who Is Invisible

The third thing notice very quickly. The main thing I want to say is to see him who is invisible, you have to bear reproach. This modern-day popular Christianity is not the kind the Bible talks about–this Jane Russell type, this Roy Rogers type–teach them how to kill on Saturday and tell them what the Lord means to you on Sunday, I don’t care how good the testimony is.

In Dallas they had Pat Boone down (can you feature it?) for a religious rally, packed the city auditorium with 10,000 people. Pat Boone got there and told them what Jesus meant to him. Isn’t that something? That may sound good, and Grandma, Agnes, and Oswald, you can sit out there and cry and say, “It sure is good to see a young man that is popular be so religious.” I tell you what, that isn’t the kind the Bible has anything to say about.

Show me anybody in the Bible worth his weight in salt who wasn’t hated by the crowd. There wasn’t one socially popular character in all the Bible! Abel was killed by his brother. Noah was hated by his people and could get but seven converts in preaching 120 years. Joseph was sold into slavery. Moses was hated by his family and his race. Elijah was chased until he thought he was the only one. Elisha was hated and called “bald head.” The more hair I lose, the more I appreciate Elisha. He was the first bald-headed Baptist preacher boy! Isaiah preached to deaf ears. Jeremiah was a weeping prophet. Daniel was put in the lions’ den. The Hebrew children were put in the fiery furnace. David was chased by Saul. John the Baptist lost his head. Peter was crucified upside down. Stephen was stoned ;outside the gates. Paul was left for dead outside Lystra. John was exiled on Patmos. James was martyred. Jesus Christ was put to Calvary!

How in the name of common sense do you think you can walk the streets of this world, in your city, in your town and have folks think you are a nice fellow? You can’t be a master mason, president of the Lions Club, pray at every dog show that comes into town and be the kind of preacher you ought to be. We need some John the Baptists again who will rise up in our town and call folks to repent. When you walk down the streets in your city, folks ought to spit at you, make fun of you, laugh at you. I don’t mean because you want them to spit at you, but because you hold forth the banner of Calvary, the blood, the Book, the blessed hope, and fight sin, exalt Jesus Christ, and fight the things you ought to fight. I don’t care where you live–they will hate you. The Bible says, “The servant is not greater than his Lord” (John 13:16). They hated Jesus and nailed Him to Calvary; they spat upon Him and plucked out His beard. Are you better than He is?

I tell my people that I want it to be so in my town that when folks drive by my church they get rebuked by looking at the building. One lady told me, “We have to drive by your church to go to work every morning, but we drive around the block to miss it.” I asked, “Why?” Her reply, “We don’t even want to be reminded of you.”

When I walk down the street in my town and people look at me, I want them to think about the sin they are committing or have committed. I want their sin rebuked by my very presence. I often say, “When you come to Garland and mention Jack Hyles, you duck or pucker–one or the other!” You’ll get hit in the mouth or kissed, I’ll guarantee you for sure.

We’ve got the idea nowadays that a preacher is like a lawyer. The most respected folks in town–the doctor, the lawyer, and the preacher. That’s the Devil’s lie. There was a day when preachers ran for their lives, yet we say we’re premillennialists and we say the world is getting worse. If the world is getting worse, why aren’t we running for our lives? It seems to me that our churches ought to fight sin and stand against modernism and sin and unrighteousness until folks will think we are screwballs, fanatics, cranks, and fools for Christ. Yet those of us who are fundamentalists nowadays have gotten so soft. Talk about “Yesterday’s fundamentalists” and “second generation fundamentalists.” The last generation of fundamentalists started churches in garages and tents and brush arbors and fought the city council and fought the school board. They fought for all they got. They were hated and misunderstood and laughed at. Now we have doctors’ degrees and we are Rev. Hyles and Dr. Rice, Dr. Malone.

We’ve got Doctor of Divinity and Doctor This and Rev. This and Brother This! Our preachers have gotten so respectable we can walk down the streets in our city and folks look at us and say, “There goes a good man.” The bootleggers in my town ought not to like me. The modernists ought not to like me! Some of you preachers say, “I appreciate Dr. Rice. He’s gotten his name ruined in many places because of his stand.” Pray tell me, why don’t you go to your own little town of 500 or 1,000 and take the same stand–have the same reputation locally he has nationally? The Bible says, “Woe be unto you when all men speak well of you” (Luke 6:26), and “If I pleased men I should not be the servant of God” (Gal. 1:10). We’re afraid somebody will think we’re different or won’t like us and we won’t be respected in our town.

You say, “Brother Hyles, I don’t believe in sticking your tongue out at everybody.” I don’t either–just at some. I’ll tell you one thing: we dead sure need more fighting going on in our churches. A man yesterday said, “How do you get folks to come to your church?” I said, “I just stay in a scrap all the time. Anybody will come to watch a good fight.”

A man said not long ago, “Jack, how do you get a crowd to come to hear you?” I said, “Just get against a bunch of stuff and preach against it. That’s the way to do it.” Like I said last year, if you can’t be against anything else, preach against Hershey bars! I mean just get a series of sermons on Hershey bars and get up there and act like you mean it. Don’t get up there and say, “The trouble with our country is too many Hershey bars.” Boy, get up there and say, “BROTHER, THE THING THAT IS WRONG WITH OUR COUNTRY IS THAT OUR TEETH ARE ROTTING OUT BECAUSE OF THE SUGAR IN HERSHEY BARS, AND WE NEED MORE FOLKS WHO WILL FIGHT HERSHEY BARS!”

I’ll guarantee you one thing–your house will be filled! You preach to empty pews and empty houses because you don’t stand for anything or against anything. you are like the old Negro who said, “I jes’ throws myself in neutral and whichever way you pushes I goes.” That is not what God called us to do.

When I think about men of God, prophets of God of yesterday, and I think about Jeremiah who sat in the dust and cried, “Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow…” (Lam. 1:12); when I think about Isaiah and how folks stopped their ears and wouldn’t hear him; when I think about the head of old John the Baptist lying on the platter of the king; when I think about old Paul lying outside Lystra, I want to say, “O God, I’m sorry I’m such a sissy. I’m sorry! The same world is alive, the same Devil is alive today, and I’m sorry I don’t suffer more.”

Brother, if you ever want the curtain pulled back so you can see him who is invisible, come to the place in your life where you bear His reproach.

Bible Christians Who Saw Him Who Is Invisible

Would you take a walk with me for awhile…down a little road. We see some people. As I walk down the road I wonder what I’ll do for Jesus. A man beside the road is preaching. He has the Bible open, the book of the law. There are not many there–oh, some–but some stop, then pass on by. The man knows what he is talking about; he speaks with authority. I believe if that young man were a lawyer, he could be a success. If that young man were a doctor, he could be very prominent in the city. if he wee a businessman, I think he could make a million, because there is something about him that looks like he has talent. He is a little crude in his tactics, yet beneath that crudeness and that uncouth attitude I see something that has possibilities.

I say, “Sir, what is your name?”

“My name is Isaiah.”

“Isaiah, what are you doing?”

“I’m preaching to the people.”

“Well, Isaiah, you’re doing a very fine job. I don’t agree with what you’re saying, but listen boy, you could amount to something somewhere. If you’ll just trim your message a little, the Sanhedrin would have you on the top shelf. I bet they would do you right. They’ll take responsibility for you. Isaiah, look! Those folks are stopping their ears; they are hissing at you. Don’t you realize that you’re not appreciated? Why, if you put it to a vote, they would probably vote you out next Sunday morning. You are not appreciated.”

Isaiah looks at me and says, “But, sir, I’m not trying to be appreciated.”

“Well, Isaiah, you are an unusual man. You’re not normal.”

“No sir, I’m not!”

“Well, what’s the matter.”

“I’ll tell you. Back yonder when King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord high and holy, lifted up, and I said, ‘Woe is me,’ but the angel, the seraphim came and with the tongs of the altar he took a live coal and put it on my mouth and I could not help but preach. I couldn’t be a doctor, I couldn’t be a lawyer, I couldn’t be a businessman, because you see the fire of God is upon my lips and I: have seen Him who is invisible.”

I scratch my head and walk on down the street. I come to another little fellow who is preaching. Pretty soon I see the crowd rise up and take stones and throw at him. He runs and pretty soon he falls beneath the stones. He is about to die. I pick him up and hold his bloody head in my hands and say, “Sir, what is your name?”

“Sir, my name is Stephen.”

“You know, you ought to be smiling now, because you’re dying.”

“But,” he says, “Sir, you don’t understand.”

“Stephen what are you?”

“Well, I’m a deacon, sir.”

“A deacon? I saw you preaching.”

“Yes, I’m a preaching deacon.”

“I’ll tell you, Stephen, it seems to me you ought to be on the finance committee where deacons ought to be. I mean you ought to be in those committee meetings trying to tell the preacher how to run the church. After all, that’s what deacons are for.”

“But you see, sir, God didn’t call me because I was smart. God called me because I was full of the Holy Ghost.”

“But Stephen, old boy, you’re losing your mind.”

“I’m beginning to see Him who is invisible.”

“Well, you’re about to go off now, old boy; you’re just about to crack up.”

He says, “Wait a minute. I see the glory of God.”

“Well, wait a minute now, don’t get beside yourself.”

“Oh,” he said, “I see the glory of God. I see Jesus standing at the right hand of God.”

“But, Stephen, I belong to the Sanhedrin and I happen to know that Jesus is not standing at the right hand of God; He’s sitting there.”

“Yes, but He’s standing up to welcome me. I’m about to go see Him. Oh, I’m so glad I did what I did because I have seen Him who is invisible!”

I walk down the street a little ways and I come to a man, blind, groping in the dark, on the road to Damascus. I recognize him immediately to be a successful young man, one who could have reached the top in the religious field. I say, “Sir, what is the matter with you?”

“I can’t see. I can see, but I can’t see. I can’t see you, but I sure can see lots of other things.”

“Sir, you are a pretty smart fellow. I know you. I’ve heard you speak before. You’ve got talent. Listen, we’ll go down and see the optometrist and he’ll fix your eyes up. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll recommend you to the First Jewish synagogue and you will be the leading moderator of the Jewish Association. I’ll see to it that you go all the way to the top.”

A fellow told me that one time. he said, “Brother Jack, if you’ll trim your message, you’ll go all the way to the top.”

I said, “I’ve fished some, and I know one thing. When fish are alive, they stay at the bottom; when they are dead, they come to the top. I’ll stay alive!”

So I say, “But, Paul, don’t you realize I’ll take you to the top?”

And old Saul of Tarsus looks up and says, “Sir, I cannot.” I like what he said there. He said on the road to Damascus, “Who art thou, Lord?”

Paul say, “I’ve seen Him who is invisible.”

I come down the road a little further and I see that same little fellow outside a city. he lies there; it seems he is unconscious. I reach for his heartbeat and there is no beat, no pulse. I say, “It’s that same little fool that sold himself down the river. I knew he ought to have taken my proposition and gone to the top. I knew he should have.” I reach down and I try to pick up his body and call the undertaker. I say, “Paul, Paul” but there’s no answer. pretty soon I see an eyelid flutter. I say, “Now wait a minute, be still.”

But Paul looks up and he says, “Boy, this is great.”

“Now wait a minute, Paul. Just be calm. We’ll get the doctor in a minute. We’ll make you live.”

“But I don’t want to live. Let me die.”

“Wait a minute, Paul.. You’re crazy. knew you were crazy when you gave up your job with the Baptist headquarters as the executive secretary’s office boy. I knew when you did that you were dear sure crazy. But listen, Paul, you just it there.”

Paul says, “Don’t worry about me.” Paul gets up, brushes the blood and the dust, and all the grit and grime off, and says, “Listen, you know what I was? You wouldn’t believe it if I told you. But I saw…aw, I can’t tell you. It isn’t lawful for me to tell you and if I told you, you would call me a liar. But I’ll tell you one thing–I’ve seen him who is invisible!”

I walk down the street a little while longer. I come to three young men inside a furnace. I say, “Young man, what’s your name?”

“My name is Shadrach.”

“Sir, what’s yours?”

“Meshach.”

“What’s yours?”

“Abed-nego.”

I say, “I’ve seen you fellows before. You were training to be leaders in the kingdom during the captivity period, weren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And here you are. What are you doing in the fiery furnace?”

Shadrach says, “Shoot, boy, who turned the air-conditioning on?”

Meshach says, “Ooooch, it’s cold; I need my overcoat.”

But I say, “Wait a minute, fellows. You’re just about to die now. What’s wrong with you? What are you in there for?”

“Well, the king built up an old image out here and said bow down and worship it. We could have done it. The king said if we didn’t do it we would get thrown in the fiery furnace.”

Just about that time I see a fellow coming. It is the king! Standing at attention, I say, “Hello, your majesty.” (I’m trying to get to the top, you know.) “Hello, your majesty,” and I salute.

The king says, “Wait a minute. Those three men are supposed to be dead. Why, they have been in that furnace long enough to have burned to a…oh!…Who put the extra one in there?”

Old Shadrach looks up and says, “Sir, the extra one is He who is invisible.”

I go on down the street and see a young man praying at a window. I ask, “Young man, what are you doing?”

“I’m praying.”

“What’s your name?”

“Daniel.”

“Well, Daniel, you know it’s not right to pray, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you realize that you’re next in command? You’ll go to the top of the kingdom. If you will just quit praying in front of that window you can get to the top of the kingdom and witness to everybody in Congress and win the whole Congress to the Lord. Daniel, if you’ll just keep your mouth shut for awhile right here, someday you can be at the top and you might win the whole empire and win the world and bring in the kingdom. You might do it.”

Daniel says, “No, I’ve got to pray. If I don’t pray here, I’ll deny my God. I’ve got to pray.”

“But don’t you realize, young man, you’ve got a future ahead of you? Stop and think! Don’t run with that John Rice crowd. He’ll ruin your reputation. your reputation is gone if you appear on the same program with Jack Hyles and Tom Malone and John Rice and these others.; now wake up! Get some sense into your head, you little crazy nincompoop! Get some sense in your head.”

Daniel says, “Sir, I cannot do it, because I have seen Him who is invisible.”

I walk down the road a little further and see an old grayhaired man who hasn’t had a haircut in years. His beard comes down across his chest and his locks flow down over his shoulders. He has one of the sweetest looks on his face you have ever seen. I say to him, “Sir, what is your name?”

“My name is John.” “John, how many folks live on this island here?”

“One.”

“I see that old age is affecting you some. What is the population?”

“One.”

“I guess you are that one.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I want you to know, old man, I love you and I appreciate you. You have my sympathy.”

“Why sympathy, sir?”

“Well, I know it must get awful lonely out here.”

“Lonely? Oh, no, for I’ve seen seraphims and angels and cherubim. I’ve seen the great wedding feast and the marriage of the Lamb. I’ve seen the saints coming in the clouds of glory and all of them on white horses. I’ve seen the millennium. I’ve even seen the golden streets of the new Jerusalem.”

I say, “Now, fellow, sometimes when one gets up in years he has hallucinations like that.”

“Oh,” he said, “don’t worry about me, because all these years out here I have been seeing Him who is invisible.”

I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of deadness and coldness. I’m tired of formality. I’m tired of going to church and just studying and going home. I want to see Him who is invisible, don’t you? Don’t you want again somehow a breath of God, and to hear from Heaven and pull the curtain back and once again see him who is invisible?

I see a little fellow leading a band of Israelites. I hear one of them cry, “Oh, you rascal. We wish we wee back eating cucumbers and leeks and garlic in Egypt, and you led us out here.” The other one says, “Yeah, I make a motion your work is finished here. I feel some man who can work with young people might be better qualified for the position. yeah, I make a move we do.”

God says, “Moses, what shall I do?”

Moses said, “Kill them.”

“No,” God says.

Pretty soon God said, ‘Okay, I’m ready to kill them.”

Moses said, “No, God, don’t do it after all.”

Somebody said if Moses and God had ever gotten in the killing mood at the same time, there wouldn’t have been anybody left but God and Moses!

Moses said, “No, no, don’t kill them.”

I walk up and I say, “Moses, aren’t you the young man I used to see over there in the Egyptian palace?”

“Yes, sir, I am.”

“Well, Moses, it’s nice to have a hobby, some recreation, but I’m sure you are the head of the great kingdom now.”

“No, sir, they won’t let me in the palace anymore.”

“Well, what did you do?”

“I went and tried to get freedom for the Israelites.”

“Israelites! You did?”

“Yes, you know back yonder when I was in the wilderness, I was keeping some sheep one day and I looked over and saw a bush burning down–it just kept burning down. I walked down the road a little piece and looked back and that bush was still burning. I looked up there, and you know, I saw Him who is invisible in that bush. He said, ‘I want you to do my work.’ I said, ‘I can’t do it, I haven’t got anything.’ ”

Listen! Did you know God does better work with folks who haven’t got anything when He calls them, than He does with folks what have a bunch of stuff. You just start with nothing.

Moses said, “I haven’t got anything.”

God said, “What have you got in your hand?”

Moses says, “I’ve got a rod.”

“Throw it on the ground!”

It became a snake.

God said, “Pick it up.” (I don’t know about you, but that’s where me and Moses would have parted company right there.) Now I want you to get this. I’m no theologian but I can read in the Bible and I get some thoughts once in awhile. If Moses had not thrown that whole rod on the ground, Moses would have had half of that snake in his hand. I don’t know theology, but that’s true, and I believe he would have had the biting half! Boy, the most dangerous thing you’ll ever do is to give God half your life.; Give Him all of it!

I say, “But Moses, what is the matter with you? Why, don’t you realize you cold be the leader of a kingdom?”

But Moses says, “No, I could not be disobedient to the heavenly vision, because I have seen Him who is invisible.”

As I look at the hall of heroes, I bow in shame and say, “O God, I’m a sissy! There’s Moses–he gave up a kingdom; there’s Paul–he gave up a future; there’s John–he lost his head; and Abraham–he lost his home; and the Lord Jesus–He lost everything on earth.”

And I sing with the poet,

Must I be carried to the skies
On flow’ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed thro’ bloody seas?

Sure I must fight, if I would reign,
Increase my; courage, Lord;
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

If every once in awhile You’ll just pull the curtain and let me see Him who is invisible.

God Save America!

God Save America

Just exactly how are nations saved? This does not deal with all the people of a nation coming to Christ but rather how a nation can be saved from destruction and from God’s total disfavor so that our sins can be forgiven and our land can be healed.

II Chronicles 7:14, “If My people, which are called by My name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from Heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” Leviticus 2:13, “And every oblation of thy meat-offering shall thou season with salt; neither shalt thou suffer the salt of the covenant of thy God to be lacking from thy meat-offering: with all thine offerings thou shalt offer salt.” Numbers 18:19, “All the heave-offerings of the holy things, which the children of Israel offer unto the Lord, have I given thee, and thy sons and thy daughters with thee, by a statute for ever: it is a covenant of salt for ever before the Lord unto thee and to thy seed with thee.” II Chronicles 13:5, “Ought ye not to know that the Lord God of Israel gave the kingdom over Israel to David for ever, even to him and to his sons by a covenant of salt?”

To understand this properly we turn to the phrase, “the covenant of salt.” II Chronicles 13:5, “Ought ye not to know that the Lord God of Israel gave the kingdom over Israel to David for ever, even to him and to his sons by a covenant of salt?” A covenant of salt was a covenant made between individuals pledging an unbreakable friendship. They vowed that strong friendship to each other, and as a symbol of that covenant, they ate bread and salt together. The bread symbolized the nourishment of the friendship and the salt with its savoring capacity emphasized the durability of the friendship. Salt had an important part to play in religious ceremony and sacrifices in the Word of God. For example, salt had to be in every sacrifice. Leviticus 2:13, “And every oblation of thy meat-offering shall thou season with salt; neither shalt thou suffer the salt of the covenant of thy God to be lacking from thy meat-offering: with all thine offerings thou shalt offer salt.” The Christian is called the salt of the earth. Matthew 5:13, “Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? It is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men.” Christ is called the Bread of Life. John 6:35, “And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to Me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on Me shall never thirst.”

The conclusion is, Christ will enter into a covenant with His people—a covenant that will not be broken. However, God will not enter into a covenant with a nation unless there is enough salt for the preservation of that nation. Since Christians are called the salt of the earth, there are two requirements for this covenant before God will enter into such an agreement: First, there must be enough salt in that nation. Second, that salt must have not lost its savour. God is looking for enough salt that is savoured in a nation so He can spare that nation from destruction. Note what this salt is. Salt represents the righteousness of Christ. Savoured salt represents personal righteousness. These two forms of righteousness are mentioned in Romans 10:1-3, “Brethren, my heart’s desire and prayer to God for Israel is, that they might be saved. For I bear them record that they have a zeal of God, but not according to knowledge. For they being ignorant of God’s righteousness, and going about to establish their own righteousness, have not submitted themselves unto the righteousness of God.”

Abraham came to God and begged for the salvation of Sodom. His nephew, Lot, was there, and Abraham did not want Lot and his family destroyed. He asked God that if he could find 50 righteous people, would God spare the city? God agreed to do so. Abraham could not find 50, so he pleaded for the salvation of Sodom if he could find 40. Again he failed. Then he asked if the quota could be lowered to 30. It was. He failed again and requested the quota be lowered to 20. Again he failed to find 20 righteous people. Finally God agreed that He would save Sodom for 10 righteous people!

Now it must be understood that these ten righteous people must have both imputed righteousness and personal righteousness. They must be salt and they must be savoured salt. This was the only hope for the city. Genesis 19:1, “And there came two angels to Sodom at even; and Lot sat in the gate of Sodom: and Lot seeing them rose up to meet them; and he bowed himself with his face toward the ground.” Notice that Lot was at the gate of the city. Some have suggested that he was an alderman. Others have with justification, supposed that he was the mayor, for at the gate of the city sat the judges, magistrates and city leaders. The business of the city was done at the gate, much as it is done at city hall today. At least we know one thing—Lot was a city official. Neither cities nor nations are saved because the right officials are elected! The soul winner does more for the salvation of his nation than does the precinct captain. The answer for America is not excessive political involvement on the part of God’s people, but it is the excessive soul winning on the part of God’s people and the excessive preaching of righteousness, separation and standards in our pulpits and in our homes!

I believe that God has a quota set for America—a quota of righteous people who are possessed with the imputed righteousness of Christ in response to their faith and with the personal righteousness of a holy life! I do not know what that quota is. In Sodom it was ten, but I believe with all my heart that God has placed a number of people as a quota for the salvation of this land, and that God will enter into a covenant of salt with us if we can find sufficient salt that has not lost its savour! The answer for America is not in a generation of preachers who leave their pulpits and leave their soul winning to enter politics. Of course, we should vote. Of course, we should pray for our elected officials. Of course, as citizens we should have some participation influencing others to vote properly, but this should be minute in comparison with the gathering of salt. This nation and every other nation will be spared only by direct intervention from God Almighty! I am talking about the walls of Jericho crumbling. I am talking about the drying of the Red Sea. I am talking about the sun standing still for Joshua. The only hope for America is for soul winners to get busy winning souls and for leaders to get busy preaching personal holiness so that God will enter with us into a covenant of salt and will spare our land! Now notice Genesis 19:26, “But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt.” Why was Lot’s wife turned to a pillar of salt? There was not enough salt in the city to cause a covenant of salt. When a city is taken in battle, its destruction was finalized when the conqueror would sow it with savourless salt. What a symbol this is! Savourless salt will not spare a nation; it causes its destruction!

What then brings the salvation of a nation? II Chronicles 7:14, “If My people, which are called by My name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from Heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” A nation is not saved because the homosexuals straighten up or because the drunkards sober up. A nation is saved when there are enough Christians to form enough salt with savour so God will make with that nation a covenant of salt! Those Christians must needs be separated and holy in their living. For many years this has been my goal in my ministry. I have gone day and night for years. The thrust of my ministry has been twofold—soul winning and separation, for I believe with all my heart that if we can get enough people saved and possess the imputed righteousness of Christ and then get those people holy so they will possess personal righteousness, God will look down from Heaven and forgive our sins and heal our land. Notice again the words in II Chronicles 7:14, as follows:

1. “If My people, which are called by My name.” There you have the salt.

2. “Shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways.” There you have the salt with savour.

3. “Then will I hear from Heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” Here you have the salvation of the nation.

The answer, therefore, is in building soul-winning churches over the length and breadth of this nation and in preaching of separation and personal holiness in those churches. The answer is not in the White House; it is in the church house. It is not house-to-house registering of voters; it is house-to-house preaching Christ. I have four children and nine grandchildren. I have lived a lot of years. At this writing I am 58 years of age. I have preached over 41,500 sermons. I have flown nearly five million miles on airplanes. I have watched this nation deteriorate. Every patriotic American longs to see our nation spared. Some fell that its sparing is in political reform. Some feel that the nation can be spared if conservatives stay in the White House and Senate. I believe that America can be spared only by Divine intervention! It will take a miracle akin to that of the crossing of the Red Sea or of the crumbling of the walls of Jericho. I believe that God must intervene. He will not intervene until we have won enough people to Christ and made enough of them holy so that God, Who is the Bread of Life, can meet with His holy people, who are the salt of the earth, and that salt and bread can be mingled into a covenant of salt so that God says to a nation, “I will enter into an agreement with you for an unbreakable friendship for your generation.”

I long to see my children and grandchildren live their lives in the kind of America that I have known. I long to see the judging hand of God stayed. I have given most of my life to this end. When I lay my Bible down, walk out of the pulpit for the last time after having preached my last sermon, I want to look at those who follow me and say, “I did my best to get enough salt and to get enough salt savoured so that you will have the nation I have known.” I may be wrong. I don’t think I am.

May God give us preachers and churches aflame with the message of salvation and stricken with compassion to preach holiness so that we may have enough people with imputed righteousness and enough of those with personal righteousness so that God will look from Heaven and say, “America has met My quota. There is enough salt and enough savoured salt for Me to enter with them into a covenant of salt so that their generation may be spared.” To this end I work! For this I pray! In this I hope! God, save America!

I Need You

Dear members of First Baptist Church of Hammond, I need you. Dear born again preacher brothers across America and around the world, I need you. Dear Christian eating rice in the poverty of India, I need you. Dear African missionary, I need you.

Yes, I need every Christian. None of us can do without the rest of us. I do not know in what way I need the unknown peasant of India, but I need him, for I am taught in the Word of God that I am a member of the body of Christ and every member of that body needs every other member of that body.

I have never seen many of the organs of my body. I have never seen my liver, my gall bladder, or my stomach, but I need them all just as I need every Christian whom I know but have never seen. There are, however, many organs in my body about which I do not know. I do not even know the names of all the members of my body, but I need them. If one became inflamed or infected, I would suddenly realize how much I needed it. Likewise, there are millions of Christians whom I do not even know, but in a strange and mysterious way I need them. Especially is this true because I am a leader-a leader God’s people chosen to pastor, and in a sense, to pastor pastors. There are several things that I have found about my need for you.

In the first place, if a leader builds followers, he builds a more secure foundation under himself. Likewise, if the follower helps to build his leader, he builds a more sure building above himself and offers himself more security and more chance for service for Christ. Hence, if I would be the best leader I can be, I must build the best followers I can build. They hold me up; they support me. If I would be strong, they must be strong.

There is another way in which I need you. I can learn from you, for all men are my teachers. There is a motto by which I try to live. It is as follows: “Every man knows something that I do not know. I must probe until I find it; hence, all men are my teachers.” I have often said that a leader is simply one who collects ideas from each of the followers and compiles them and gives a copy to each follower. The Apostle Paul said he could but speak the things which he had seen and heard. A leader is one who sees and hears a lot and retains what he sees and hears. When I go to another church to preach, however small the church may be, I travel through the Sunday school departments, the classes, the pastor’s study, the offices, etc., looking for new ideas. Many of the ideas which I have given to people across the country and around the world have been found in some little obscure church. I need you to teach me.

I need not criticize you, for you are me and I am you. We are of the same body. When I criticize you, I criticize myself. When I tear you down, I tear down myself. We are in the same body; we are to do the same things. Let us suppose, for example, that I can do ten times as much as you can. If I tear down ten people like you, then I have rendered myself ineffective. For my sake I must not tear you down; for your sake, please do not tear me down. We are of the same body; we need each other. Many people in one day can tear down someone with more responsibility and influence and can do more harm in one day to the cause of Christ than the good they can do in a lifetime. The leader needs the follower. If he criticizes him and tears him down, soon his leadership is no longer effective. The follower needs the leader; in fact, we all need each other. Because I need you I must pray for you. I must not criticize you. I must love you. I must build you up. I must edify you, for you are me and I am you and we need each other.

Yes, I need you. I need your prayers, I need your help, I need your confidence, but if I know of no reason why I need you, we are still of the same body. For some reason unknown to me, I need you; and even if you are unknown to me, I need you. I do not know you, I do not know why I need you, but I do know that we are in the same body and I need you and you need me.

When one goes to the top, he must be pushed up from the bottom, not pulled up from the top. If I rise any higher, you must help me do it. If you rise higher, I must help you. Let us love each other, pray for each other, encourage each other, for you need me and most certainly, I NEED YOU!

I Am An Idea

I am an idea. I came to visit your mind. You held me for a moment and planned to capture me. You told me to wait for awhile while you did something else. I tired of waiting and took my flight. It is too bad, for I perhaps could have even changed your life or maybe I could have even changed the world or your family or your church. Maybe I was important or maybe I was unimportant, but you will never know, for you are too busy to lodge me.

I do not ask for a large place to reside– a three-by-five card is ample space for me, but I refuse to wait in the vestibule of your mind while you care for lesser things.

I am an idea. I came once to Edison, and I found lodging for me, and the Wright brothers housed me; so did Jonas Salk. I do not need to dwell on a scroll; I am not usually housed on stationery. I need no library for my walls or publication for my dwelling place. I simply ask for a three-by-five card or even a scratch paper.

I did not flee to another, for I was meant for you. God sent me, designed to be used by you, to help others, but you never stopped long enough to let me in. I knocked at the door of meditation, but it was locked. I sought entrance at the door of prayer, but it never opened. Just the slightest opening and I would have entered, but you never stopped to think, so I could not enter your mind.

I am an idea. Oh, after I left, you sought me diligently, but I was gone forever, for you placed me in your memory instead of on a three-by-five card. I cost you nothing; in fact, I will pay you rent if you will lodge me, and I will even move in with others like me on the same card, and you need not pay attention to me until you are ready, but I WILL NOT live in your memory. I will flee unless you lodge me on any kind of paper or on a three-by-five card.

If I leave, I will not come again to you or to another, and the world will never know me or the contribution I could have made. I did not ask for a home with gilded edges or leather binding or fancy parchment or gold lettering. I did not ask to be typed or printed or engraved– just to be scribbled was all that was necessary.

I do not ask that my landlord be a typist or typesetter or a commercial artist– just a doodler would have sufficed.

I sought not to be filed or be placed in an attaché or a briefcase; I sought only to live and be scribbled on a three-by-five card and placed in your pocket.

Dwelling on such a card I was able to make Russell Andersons out of common men, John Beilers from normal people, Jack DeCosters from the bourgeois and Wendell Evanses from average folk.

I am an idea. My neglectors dwell in prisons, stand in soup lines and live off welfare, and many of them work for those who housed me on a three-by-five card. I have made many wealthy and many famous, and those who housed me are called leaders while many neglectors call my landlords “lucky” and those who neglect me eat from the taxes of those who house me.

I am an idea. I dwell in the pockets of architects and surgeons and businessmen and authors and poets and successful pastors. In fact, I am near the heart of all successful people.

I am an idea. I am the difference between success and failure, an A and a B, a B and a C, a C and a D, and a D and an F. I am the difference between quitting and graduating, standing and falling, passing and failing.

I am an idea. Eventually I dwell in the pockets of better shirts. I am how they are afforded, though I do not ask for silk or satin or linen. I sought not Van Heusen or Arrow or Christian Dior. Any old card in any old pocket in any old shirt would have done.

I am an idea. I did not ask for transportation by a quill or typewriter or computer or even a pen– an old pencil would have sufficed. I want only a place to dwell on a simple three-by-five card.

You know many of my keepers: Abraham Lincoln, Benjamin Franklin, Louis Pasteur, John Rice, Lee Roberson, Ronald Reagan, Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, William Shakespeare, Robert Browning, Isaac Watts, George Washington, Bob Jones, and many more. My neglectors are named… I seem to have forgotten… so have you.

I am an idea. You need not be talented to keep me. I seem unimportant to talented people, and those who trust their good memories have forgotten me forever. I am born miraculously and quickly and die very soon unless placed immediately in the incubator of a three-by-five card. When I am so kept, I recommend others to you and they run to you for lodging. I never do it alone; I share my card with many like me and share my pocket with many other cards, and those who house me never seem to have pocket space for rent.

I am an idea. I pass by those who sleep in chapel and those who lie on activity reports and quitters and rule-breakers and gossips and critics and gluttons and sluggards and the unscheduled and the undisciplined.

In fact, this article is one like me. It was scribbled on a three-by-five card and placed in an Arrow shirt pocket worn by one who is not brilliant but who houses many like me. While I was in his pocket, I dwelt where this College once dwelt, where this building once lived, where this campus was once housed. I saw signs that said, “Books once lived here,” like BLUE DENIM AND LACE, HOW TO REAR CHILDREN, MEET THE HOLY SPIRIT and PLEASE PARDON MY POETRY.

I am an idea. Probably you did not hear me knock; I knock so softly that you did not hear me. I DO knock all day just in case you come to the door of meditation or to the window of thought and study. I did not force my way in, for those who are too busy to greet me are too busy to use me.

It would not have taken long; just let me be on a three-by-five card and forget me. I will stay there until you call, but I WILL NOT stay in your memory.

I am an idea. I wanted you; I needed you. I will soon die for lack of my natural habitat, and the world will never know me because of you, and to think that I did not ask to dwell ‘neath a Hart, Shaffner, Marx, but just on a three-by-five card near your heart.

I am an idea. Now I am dying. I will soon be carried to a grave of uselessness by pallbearers of neglect. My grave will never be visited, for none knew me. I sigh for those who could have been known by millions if you could have taken thirty seconds and used an old pen and put me on any old three-by-five card. Millions could have met me and I could have had eternal life, but I was kept from the world… by you.

I am an idea. I did not ask for your I.Q. or for a financial report; I did not see what you look like, for beauty was not required. I did not notice your size or ability nor did I check your intelligence– I just wanted you. I did not even ask to live in your mind or in your heart or in your soul or even in your memory– just on a three-by-five card in your pocket.

I am an idea. I could have changed your life; I could have made you successful; I could have made you a blessing or perhaps even renowned or important or prosperous. But I came to you one day– you played, you partied, you slept, you even met me, but I was not important enough for immediate attention. You casually asked me to wait for a few minutes, but when you came for me, I was gone– gone forever– and to think I would have stayed if you had only taken a minute to house me on a three-by-five card.

I WAS an idea. I died in infancy. I now rest with many others of your children. My death was so needless. I wanted to live. We could have been so happy together. Now soon you will also die and few will remember you either, for the world will remember BOTH or NEITHER of us.

And to think, we both could have lived and been remembered if you had only housed me in any old pocket of any old shirt on any old paper.

Oh, by the way, have you noticed the epitaph on my tombstone? It reads, “He died for the lack of a three-by-five card.”