<TITLE>12. Par 49-53</TITLE>L-49 Just then I heard something. I stopped as any hunter would, listened, it was a bugle. What was it? Was a bull elk; he was lost from the tribe. They begin to bugle over here; the storm had separated them, and they were bugling one to another. And oh, my, as David said, "The deep goes to calling to the deep."
Way back over on this side of the mountain the old gray wolf got to hollering. The mate answered it down in the bottom. Now, you talk about a man crying; it'll make you. There's something about it; you love it. There's something that moves. I was standing there, saying, "O Jesus, Son of God, how great You are." That's a great all-seeing eye looking there, everywhere you look. I could hear Him in the elk herd. I could hear Him in the timber wolf. I could see Him in the rainbow. Everywhere you look you can see Him. How beautifully it is to watch Him. You have to get it in here first.

L-50 A little boy in our country was, used to, he went to the church; and he'd got to hear about what a great Fellow God was. So he said, "Mama, can any man see God, He's so great?"
She said, "Ask the pastor, honey; how would you expect me to know?"
Well, she went--he went to the pastor, said, "Pastor," said, "could any man see God?"
Said, "No, son, no. No man can see God and live."
He went to his Sunday school teacher; she said, "No, no one can see God and live."

L-51 He loved nature. There's a island just above us called a Six Mile Island. And old man fished up there, just gone to glory recently, old white beard and white hair. One day the little boy had been with him up the river. Coming back down the river it come a rain, and the sun was going down in the west and causing a--a rainbow in the east. As the old fisherman tipping along with his oars, tipping the water as only a boatman can appreciate nature. And when he begin to tip them like that, the first thing you know, making a noise as he tipped along like that, he looked up, all the leaves was washed off from the dust in the midsummer, and seen the rainbow. He set pulling again, he'd stop his oars, and let them tip as the boat sailed along.

L-52 After while, the little boy, setting in the stern of the boat, noticed on the old fisherman's face, tears rolling down his white beard. The little boy got all excited; he run up to the middle of the boat, fell down at the old fisherman's lap, and said, "Sir, I'm going to ask you a question my father could not answer, my pastor could not answer, my Sunday school could not answer, my mother could not answer."
Said, "What's that, sonny?"
Said, "If God's so great, why can't we see Him?"
He just pulled the oars in his lap and commenced crying, put his arm around the little lad, he said, "Sonny, all I've seen for the past forty years has been God." See?
So much God in the old man's heart, that he could see Him everywhere he looked. If you get Him in here, you can see Him out there. That's right. He will use your eyes to look through. You'll not see harms, and dangers, and faults, and things, you'll only see God, wherever it is.

L-53 I remember standing there by the side of this tree, to finish the story of that 'fore we go to another subject. Standing there beside the tree, I was just a praising God. I lifted up my hands and started crying. You're--you'll probably call me a holy-roller anyhow, so you might as well get used to it now. I ran around that tree just as hard as I could go, screaming at the top of my voice. Why, if somebody come there, they'd thought somebody was there out of the insane institution, or the Salvation Army was out there in the woods. I was screaming, and a running, and a hollering as hard as I could. I had to give vent to my feelings. God was all around me. There He was in the rainbow. There He was in the wolves. There He was in the elk herd. There He was everywhere. I said, "O Jehovah, oh, I love You." And around, and around, and around that tree I went again just as hard as I could.


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