<TITLE>17. Par 71-75</TITLE>L-71 Here sometime ago, I was up in British Columbia, two years or so after I come from Africa. I was so tired, I couldn't hardly go. They taken me way back in, seven hundred miles from a hardtop road, about seventy or eighty miles back by horseback, hunting. Back there one day, I chased an old grizzly bear, and got out there, and got down, and got to shouting and praising the Lord. Bear got away from me. So I didn't care about him anyhow.
So I come on back. I got lost coming back, way after night coming in. And when I was coming down, I was trying to... I couldn't find no tracks. The moon was out and clouds had come on. I passed down through an old burned over place where the fires had burnt years ago. Oh, that was a spooky looking place.

L-72 Put me in mind of some of these old, formal churches. I looked in there, and that moon shined against there, looked like tombstones. Directly after while, there come a wind coming down from heaven and it went down through there. It went "oooh." I thought, "Oh, my. Spooky." I thought, "Lord, why'd You let me get lost and bring me out in a place like this, out here?" That old mournful sound, "broooo." I thought, "Oh, yes. I see what You did, Lord." One time, those were big trees, but the burn over come, and it burned them down. Like a lot of these big churches can say, "Look at the Wesleyan revival. Look at the Calvin and Knox and all those revivals. They were big trees. They stand today as some big fire, but dead.

L-73 What the palmerworm's left, the caterpillar eaten. What the Methodists left, the Baptists eaten. What the Baptists left, the Presbyterians eaten. What the Presbyterians left, the Pentecostals eaten (Oh, my.) till they got the tree so bare and split.
What the Methodists had, a shout and so forth, the Baptists robbed them of it. And there it come down till there's nothing left in the tree but just a great, big old stately tombstone standing there (Whew. That's right.), just a big old tombstone.
"Oh, we are a church." Sure you are. But that's all, a big old tombstone. Then all at once, here come that wind coming down like a rushing mighty wind coming from heaven. It once growed, and the only thing they could do was moan.

L-74 Puts me in mind of these churches today. When the Holy Ghost hits the country, and signs and wonders begin to come up, the first thing you know, they say, "Oooh, days of miracles is past. Ohhh, such fanaticism." Old dead trees, no life in them...
But bark... The bark has been burnt off of them, and the life can't come up no more (Hallelujah.): having a form of godliness but denying the power thereof (Amen.), the same old Cain from the garden of Eden.
I said, "Oh, Lord, what will happen in the church?" I thought of this text of Joel. What the palmerworm left, the caterpillar eaten. What one left, the other eaten. But I read over a few more verses, said, "But I will restore saith the Lord."

L-75 I thought, "Lord, how are You getting--going to restore?" And if... I was sitting there on my horse looking around, him starting around. I got him to stop in a few minutes, I said, "Lord, how will You restore?"
And the first thing you know, the wind come again. And I noticed that down beneath these old trees come up a bunch of little trees, and the wind hit them. They were flexible. I said, "If that ain't a Holy Ghost revival, just stepping and frolicking in the woods..." Hallelujah. Praise Him for the Spirit of God moving. When the Holy Ghost comes like a rushing, mighty wind, there is an undergrowth coming up called in the eyes of the world backwash. Hallelujah.


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