<TITLE>11. Par 32-33</TITLE>L-32 Tears begin to run down my face. I said, "O God, that's it." If people only knew how to, not jump from pillar to post, not run from one campaign to another, but just set your wings of faith in the waves of the Holy Spirit, fly away on a past this old day, that chipmunk setting around, little earthbound creature, saying, "The days of miracles is passed. No such as thing as Divine healing. The accepted the Holy Ghost was way long ago, can't be today." Just set your wings and ride away from it...?... The deep speaking to the deep...
It's a strange thing among animals. You Southerners here, way in the North woods, I used to go and hunt. And watch how God gives animal instinct, while we're on it. You here, you take on... Turn your radio on, and the commentator says, "Tomorrow it's going to be fair weather," and watch that old sow go get the shucks from off of the north side of the hill and bring them around over on the south side of the hill. Don't you pay no attention to that commentator; she knows more about it, far more than he does. It's going to turn cold.
You watch when them rabbits get right down beneath that sedge, get back in the brush piles, watch for snow and bad weather. They know far more about it. They've got a God-given instinct to take them away from danger.

L-33 Not long ago I was standing in my first, one of my times, I usually go early in the north woods, where I hunt much. And up there, the ducks come out of the south here from Louisiana and Texas, and they go up in the north to make their nest in the slimes of the north, up there, where ponds... There is a--a bunch of--of slime, and the old mother duck goes in there and lays her eggs, and the little ones are hatched out.
When fall of the year comes, along September, those little ducks are pretty good size, fowlers then. They're able to fly. And over the snow-topped mountains, there'll come a snow and one night, and the next day the cold breeze will come down across that mountain, and the first cold breeze hits that lake, a little drake that was born on that lake, he's never been nowhere but right there, he will run right out in the middle of that lake, throw that little honker of his up in the air, and honk four or five times. And every duck on the lake will come to him. They know he's a born leader, through he's never been off of that pond. He was born there that spring. And he will rise from that pond, and go just as straight to Louisiana as he can go. Why? Every one of them will follow him. It's instinct.
And if God has give a duck sense enough (Oh, I wouldn't say it like that.), but instinct to escape the cold weather, how much more does He give a man the baptism of the Holy Ghost to shield himself and to keep away? But the thing of it is ducks know their leader. But men don't know his Leader. He will be led by man and not by Spirit. The Spirit leads men. Jesus is our Leader. The Holy Spirit leads us. But we reason it out and say, "Well, it might have been in that day." If... He's the same Leader today. He's traveled the roads. He knows what--how to go.
Oh, how wonderful it is to watch nature.


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