<TITLE>07. Par 21-23</TITLE>L-21 And we're taught that the footsteps of the--of the righteous is ordered of the Lord. And everything works together for good to them that love God. God just brings things around to happen that way. It's His great love to His people. Sometimes He has to take you through some dark places, but only to show you light. And our Father works those things.
And I believe that the church today, only in its condition... It's only a place that God's a bringing the church that when it all breaks, what a time of rejoicing. When the redeemed stand someday to crown Jesus, King of king and Lord of lords, when He's setting on Mount Zion and all around the earth is circled with--with the redeemed singing of redemption, the angels will stand off on a sideline with bowed heads. They won't understand. They've never been redeemed. They never fell to be redeemed. Only we mortals know what it means to be lost; an Angel doesn't know what it means to be lost. And we are the only ones that can get joy out of the song of redemption; and I think that's the way it'll be in the Church.

L-22 And as I stood there looking, and I... All that mournful sound, I thought, "Oh, this is a hideous place." This is (we would call it on the street) spooky. It's a horrible place. "O God, why did You ever let me tie up my little horse here, to let him rest here? We should have been over into the forest farther and a tied up." But somehow it was God teaching me something. And I said, "What does all this mean?"
Then I begin to think, them tombstones, as it were. That mournful wind as it howled through them sets up a sensation of a little weary feeling, kind of leery, especially way into the mountains. I thought, "Why would I, the servant of the Lord, be presented with a picture of this? What type of drama are You setting before me, Father?"

L-23 And as I looked onward, wondering, it seems to me that a Scripture came to me over in Joel, "What the palmerworm left, the caterpillar eaten; what the caterpillar lift--left, the other bugs eaten."
And I thought, "That's true; that's right." Now, looky here, these great big trees once were mammoth big fellows who stood there. As the winds blowed they swayed back and forth in its power. What a majestic sight it must have been in those towering big spruce up on top of that mountain as the wind swayed. But now, what can they do? They cannot sway to the wind any more. Something has happened. They are dead, and the winds can blow, and they're only so starchy, so stiff, that the winds passing through their beings can only make a mournful sound, can only set up, instead of a beautiful rhythm of the playing of the--the tassels on them back and forth as they frolicked one time in the winds of heaven. Now they can only be bare and mourn." And I thought, "Yes, Lord, that's it."


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