<TITLE>21. Par 81-84</TITLE>L-81 Look. The Bible said, "When the unclean spirit's gone out of a man, he walks in dry places. When he comes back he finds it different." Here's what's the matter. When that unclean spirit comes back to the old place...
Listen, now. I may be just a little lengthy, but you got plenty of time yet. Listen. I want to ask you something. You used to go to dances and shows and sit all night. Listen. This is Eternal Life.

L-82 The reason that you have your ups-and-downs is when the unclean spirit goes out, that's just as far as you go; you get a new heart or something. You got a face to show. You got something you put-on, a little something outside. And when he comes back, he finds you still living in old tin can alley with all your temper and all your indifference and everything. But when the Holy Ghost moves in there, God sends His big bulldozer down from heaven, and He turns that thing upside down, scrapes it all off, and terraces it out. And you know, because He's there, there ain't no more tin cans there; there ain't no more hatred there; there ain't no more malice there. And he finds a great, big mansion that the Holy Ghost is living in. And because He's there, His Presence there, brings up beautiful flowers all around on the terrace, flowers of love, joy, peace, longsuffering, goodness, meekness, gentleness. That's not a pigpen any longer; it's a place where the Holy Ghost dwells. Hallelujah.
Oh, I got to stop, brother I feel like I--I'm just about getting right to preach now. I just feel good. That's right.

L-83 Brother, let me tell you something. What this church needs today, is to get back in that real place of God again, where the Holy Ghost can have control in bringing forth love and fellowship. Listen. The world needs that, I'm going to tell you. Just a second, then we will close, the Lord willing.

L-84 I'm a hunter. You know I love the nature. And I used to go up into a north woods to hunt, years ago. I still go once in a while. I met a fine friend up there, the man may be setting in this building today, Burt Caul, a wonderful man. He was a good hunter. I liked to hunt with him, 'cause he was strong and sturdy. We could climb them mountains and run over places. He had a good, keen eye; he could watch game. And I enjoyed hunting with him. Not easy to get him lost, you couldn't turn him around. He knowed every tree and the marks and things, and where to go. And one time while we were up there, I went up... He was a good man, a good hunter, but a brutal-hearted person. Oh, he was so wicked in his heart. And he would just kill little fawns just to be--just for the fun, because he knowed I was a preacher. I said, "Burt, aren't you ashamed of yourself to do that?"
"Aw," he said, "get next yourself, preacher. You're just chicken-hearted."
I said, "Burt, don't do that."
Now, the Lord, if He'd permit you to have a fawn, that's all right. That's your business. Abraham went and eat a calf and fed it to God. That's right. And it's all right. But not just to kill a whole bunch of them...


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