<TITLE>22. Par 74-77</TITLE>L-74 But you people who call yourself Christians and then do those things, you're the guy I'm after. You get a change of heart; you get a change of diet. That's right. You don't want the things of the world no more. Certainly not. Come into the glory of God, let... As Aaron walked in there, and that veil dropped behind him, brother, the world knowed nothing about it any more. He was shut off from the world. And a man that ever fully surrenders his heart and life, man, woman, boy, or girl who dares to take God at His Word, and said, "God, sanely, I come to You, and give me the new birth in my heart, Lord." Stand there under the bloody cross and believe it with all your heart. Something will come to you brother, that God will shut you away and the world will become dead, and all the things that pertain to the world will be dead. You have to hide away.

L-75 I like to hunt, as I've told you, many times. Up in the Colorado, me and my friend, setting back there, Brother Wood, sometimes when we get so tired we can't stand it, we slip away in the fall of the year to hunt. Not so much to kill the animal. No. No, sir. What is it? It's to get alone with God.

L-76 I was hunting elk. I was way up high. And the fall rains hadn't run them down yet and the snow. One day it come a big rain; it'll rain awhile, snow awhile, and then the sun shine. And it come up a storm, and I was way high. The man was with me, I hadn't seen him for a couple days, about seventy miles from civilization. You couldn't hear a train blowing or nothing: alone. Oh, what a place to be. I was walking through there, and the storms was blowing. I got down in behind the tree and waited there till the storm was over, the tree tops a-falling. And when the storm went through, after it was over, the cold rain, why, ice was all over the trees, and the sun come out in the crevices in the west. And the sun shined through like this and formed a rainbow across that place. Oh, when I looked at that... Way back over here, I heard the old elk herd begin to bugle one to another; they'd been lost up in the storm. Way back up on the hill, the old gray wolf got to howling, his mate answering him down in the valley.

L-77 My mother's almost a half Indian, and oh, that's when the deep begin to call to the deep in my heart. I said, "O God, here's where I belong. This is the place. Let me alone in the mountains. This is my home." To grip a rifle, to walk through the woods, and to hear the wildlife, there's something about it. It's a nature that I love. That's home to me. I was raised there on it, and I love it with all my heart to be alone. I see God there.
After while, I heard something. And a little old pine squirrel... I don't know whether you have them here or not, a little old fellow, the noisiest thing in the woods. And he jumped up on an old stump, there was an old blow-down where a bunch of trees in a former storm had blowed the treetops together. And little old pine squirrel, jumped up on there, begin to, "Chatter, chatter, chatter; chatter, chatter, chatter," like he was going to tear somebody to pieces. I looked over there; I said, "Now, you're making a lot of noise for nothing. Nobody's scared of you."


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