<TITLE>13. Par 40-41</TITLE>L-40 I woke up the other night with such a sermon on my heart, I couldn't hardly stand it. And I only had one to preach to: that was my wife. I preached to her, till she went to sleep, about the Christian resting. "Come unto Me, all you that labor, and heavy are laden, and I'll give you rest." Don't toil and worry no more.
I wondered if those little eagles, what made them so free? And that old mother, just as soon as she let them off, she went right straight back up to the highest rock she could find. There she set down. I turned my binoculars on her, and she stood there flopping those big wings and looking around, head up. I wonder what she was doing. Then I got to studying about the eagle. She was watching for a coyote or anything that would try to bother those little babies. She could scent a storm, no matter where it was coming, any trouble anywhere, she was high. She's got a eye that can pierce through for miles. She's watching those little ones.
I said, "No wonder they're carefree." I said, "So is it with every man, that's been took out of the world and put upon this carpet of easy going, loving... No matter how the trials are; you're still at rest with Christ, walking around carefree; and our great Mother, the Breasted One, has climbed the ramparts of glory, setting at the right-hand of God.
As Howard Cadle used to sing, "His eyes on the sparrow, and I know He watches me." That's right. No matter what can come, God knows all about it. He's in glory tonight, watching His church. You can be carefree.

L-41 After while, a storm came up, them northerners which comes quick. Oh, lightning whipped across the sky. And that old mother eagle let out a big scream, and she rushed to that place, throwed out her wings, and let a scream, and every little eaglet on the ground rushed to her real quick. Set his little feet right into her wing, put his bill a hold of a feather like that; and that old mother eagle just lifted him up like that, and that wind coming down the canyon about sixty miles an hour. She pierced that wind, and went right into the cleft of the rock.
I laid down my binoculars, and tied my horse right good, and shouted all over the hills. I said, "Oh, God, be carefree." What do we care? What do we care what the world says, what they call us. If you want to say, "fanatic," let them say so. I believe God's Word. And there's something within me, not myself, but something within me, tells me that's the truth. I've seen Him in every trial. Then I know, someday when the storm comes, He will come down and spread forth His wings and let out a scream. All the little eaglets will get a hold of the Rock of Ages, and we'll fly away some of these days into yonder's court, safety.


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