<TITLE>16. Par 163-171</TITLE>L-163 Reminds me of one time, brother and I was up here at Lancassange Creek, and we was walking along, we had an old turtle. And that was the funniest looking thing; he'd throw them feet when he walked.
I got my little girl two of them, the other day, about that big. I was standing there today watching them little fellows, and I'd laugh. He'd try to rub his head with his foot like that. I was looking at him. And just as soon as you touch him, or something, he'd go "shhuu," right back up in the shell.
That's just the way with some of this old cold formal religion you got today. "I'll never go back to that revival again," shhuu. "I belong to the Presbyterian, the Methodist, the Lutheran; I belong to this. Hallelujah. He disagreed with me; I'm--I'm back up in the shell." Go on. Oh, that old closed-in, turtle religion...

L-166 I said, "I'll fix him up," and I took him down to the creek. First, I got a stick. I tried to beat him; that didn't do no good, just didn't do a bit of good; he just laid there. And I just whipped him as hard as I could, and he just laid there. (You can't beat It into them, not a bit. No, no need of trying it, threaten them, everything.) And I took him there; I said, "I'll fix him up," I stuck him down in the water. Just a few bubbles come up, he just stayed the same way.
Well, you can sprinkle them, pour them, backwards, forwards, anything you want to. They go down a dry sinner and come up a wet one. That's all, still a sinner.
You know how I made him move? I went and got me a handful of sticks and built a little fire and set the old boy on it. He moved then, brother.
I'll tell you; what the church needs today is an old-time, Holy Ghost Fire kindled under her. Glory to God. That's what we need. Fire will move the church, and nothing else. That's right. Yes, sir.

L-170 Well, it was a type, a beautiful type. Yes, sir. That represented something, when that manna was falling, that meant... God gave them that after they passed through the Red Sea (type of the Blood), and the taskmasters was dead. God had to sustain their life. And He had to give them something, being that they'd separated themselves from the homeland, and they was out in the wilderness. They were pilgrims there. They were in a journey, and God had to sustain their life, so He promised He would supply everything they had need of. So He did it, and He rained the manna down. Was a beautiful type.

L-171 On the day of Pentecost when this church was inaugurated, the Holy Ghost church, they separated from all their churches, and everything else, to come out to receive the baptism of the Holy Ghost. And they were waiting there, "What are we going to do? Our Master's gone up to heaven, but He told us to wait here awhile, just to stick around a little while, He was going to send us Something to take us through."
"Oh, I'm so hungry," said Peter, "to see Him."
John said, "Oh, Peter, what would you do to see Him?"
"My, my. Oh, I'm sorry I denied Him out there. I'll never do it again." Then all of a sudden there came from heaven a sound like a rushing mighty wind, come down.
Not some Roman man with his collar turned around in the back, come up to give them kosher, or some kind of a communion. Not some Protestant preacher say, "Now, I give you the right hand of fellowship, give him six months of probation. Put his name on the book." No, no. Well, that's the way we do it today.


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