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unregenerated man couldn't stay there. Why, some of you cannot wait an
hour here to listen to the Word of God. Before the hour expires you want
to go out. Some of you just wish it was over so that you could go and
get a drink in some of those saloons. I tell you, from the very depths
of my heart, I believe heaven would be a hell to an unregenerated man.
"I don't want to be here," he would say. My friends, heaven is a
prepared place for prepared people, and no one will ever see the kingdom
of God without being born of God.
The Drunken Father and his Praying Child.
I remember when out in Kansas, while holding a meeting, I saw a little
boy who came up to the window crying. I went to him and said: "My little
boy, what is your trouble?" "Why, Mr. Moody, my mother's dead, and my
father drinks, and they don't love me, and the Lord won't have anything
to do with me because I am a poor drunkard's boy." "You have got a wrong
idea, my boy, Jesus will love you and save you and your father too," and
I told him a story of a little boy in an Eastern city. The boy said his
father would never allow the canting hypocrites of Christians to come
into his house, and would never allow his child to go to Sunday-school.
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