<TITLE>11. Par 46-48</TITLE>L-46 I love the mountains. My--my mother's mother was full blooded Cherokee Indian out of the valleys here, and my conversion never taken that away from me; I love nature. Because I see God in nature. How can a tree shed forth its leaves and--and all of its life run right down into the other house, and live down here till winter's a passed, then come back up and produce leaves and apples and things again? God has to do it. Certainly, anybody that's mentally right would know that. God's in His trees. God's in the sunset. God's in the little bees. How did you get air condition? Found it from the bee. How he packs the pollen, goes in there... He only lives six weeks. His little wings flops back and forth all night long where he totes water, some of them brings water, and he works himself to death. His little wings gets brittle, he drops off, and the birds pick him up. Six weeks is--is his normal life for a bee. And how that God moves through His nature, and watches it, how He does it.

L-47 Up there this year I was walking around, and there was a... If you'll just look anywhere, you'll see God, if you'll just believe it. And up there on the mountain I was going along, not so much to hunt the elk and things, my, no. Just to get to myself, out of the meeting, here alone, get the rifle in your hand, a pair of moccasins on, take off, hike thirty-five, forty miles a day, through the snow cliffs and around just everywhere, be by yourself, be alone, where you could stop and look around and see Him. Set up on top the mountain.
Florida, I hope I don't hurt your feelings, you from Florida. When I took my first visit to Florida and crossed the line, I signed my part of it over at the Seminole Indians. All that there artificial makeup puts me to the mind of a woman trying to be pretty with a lot of Max Factor on her. That's a shame. Yes, sir, she's artificial. Get her on a wash stand; she won't look that way. And that's what I think about Florida, all made up, and that's--that's not nature. I like to look at it the way God made it, way He had it in the beginning, the great hills, beautiful. That's the way God made it. And you look at God in the nature there, and you can see it.

L-48 So one day, walking along, there come up a storm, and I got behind a tree in and a old blow down way up high, because the elk herd never come down yet. The storm hadn't been severe enough to run them down; it's dry down the bottom; it has to take stormy weather to run them down. So I got behind the tree and was standing right like, this behind the tree till the storm blowed over.
After the storm blowed over... It turned cold during the time of the storm, when the twister went through. And I looked, and where the--it all froze, where the water froze and icicles hanging on the evergreens, you know; they was all froze over like chunks of ice. Way back over into the western country, between the crevices of the rock, the sun was setting. And I looked, and there formed a rainbow across the big valley there, where it way high. I was probably forty, fifty miles from a living human being. And there, that great beautiful rainbow, and I said, "O great Jehovah, how great You are. There's the sign that You'll never destroy the world with water." Rainbow means a promise. I looked at that and I thought, "O God, surely You're up here in the mountains. How wonderful it is."


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