A.D. Elkins: New York; Sure is a busy place. Can't go a step without winding up shoulder to shoulder with white folks, Negro, Christian, Hebrew, Italian, Greek, Siamese, Japanese, and everything in between. All the corners of the Earth thrown together with strange tongues from Babel. Strange clothes. Even stranger beliefs. Why, just today I met a man called himself a Sikh. Carried a sword on his hip longer than a cavalryman's. I don't know what he was seeking, but when he finds it, he's gonna have a whopper of a weapon to handle it.
[laughter]
A.D. Elkins: I never met no one like that. And maybe before he come here to New York, he never met no one like me. Or you. But you and I do share one thing with him and everyone, one language we all understand and answer to. And that's the language of God. Amen.
Crowd: Amen
A.D. Elkins: God and His infinite wisdom. Hallelujah. The same God that shines inside our bodies shines in the darkest jungles of Africa. Praise the Lord. Shembolamanca. The same spirit that rose Jesus up from the grave is the same spirit that built the Himalayan mountains of Asia. Glory to God. Escomenalambaska. The same God that spoke to Moses is the same God that speaks to us as He is speaking through me right now.
[speaking in tongues]
A.D. Elkins: Let us sing for all of those who cannot sing the word of God.
