<TITLE>06. Par 23-26</TITLE>L-23 Oh, I want to see that in reality. And I believe that we will see it, and I believe that songs are wrote under inspiration. And David here being a wanderer in the woods, and he looked to God through nature. You can only see God... My first Bible was nature. How oft have I watched the great birds of the air and the sunsets.
Here not long ago I was up in the mountains. And I was elk hunting. And it was in the early fall and the--the snow hadn't come deep enough to run the elk herd down. And I, perhaps, was forty, fifty miles from a living soul, just alone.
We used to sing a song.
There's times I'd like to be all alone with Christ my Lord,
I can tell Him all my troubles all alone.

L-24 And it's good for men to get out alone, way up in the mountain, not so much to kill the animal, but just to be alone. And the storms up there come in the fall, and they... It'll rain awhile, snow awhile, and the sun will shine, kind of a changing weather that high in the mountains.
And I'd left my pack horse way down the mountain and went to the timberline. I was walking along there, thinking, watching for the elk tracks and signs. And all at once I heard a roar, and I looked; there was a black cloud coming, and I knew then it was coming a storm. I dropped down a little further in the timber, and I run into a blow down, so I just got behind some trees until the storm was past.

L-25 And when the great winds twisted, and the trees moaned and groaned under it, I begin to think, "What's them trees moaning and groaning and frolicking about?" God sends the wind for some purpose, and it only pulls the roots loose so it can have room to dig deeper.
That's the way God does with a revival in His Church. He just shakes us about to loosen us up so we can grow deeper, get a better hold. So shaking and moving of the Spirit loosens us up.
And while I was amazed as I was watching even the little flower, thinking of how it died in the winter, and it would probably be seventy below zero there. The little bulb was gone; the flower was gone; the little black seed fell out of it; it perished, and the pulp was gone, but somewhere in that soil laid a germ of life that all the scientists in the world could never find it.
But just as soon as that warm spring sun begin to beat on that ground, that little flower stuck its head up and praised the Lord. And if God made a way for a flower to live again, how much more has He made a way for a man to live again.

L-26 I was thinking while I was standing there of an old Methodist preacher friend of mine. We were having fellowship around a little dish of ice cream one day at Henryville, Indiana, and the little agricultural program was on from Louisville, Kentucky.
And the 4-H club had invented a machine that would put out a grain of corn just as perfect as one you could grow in the field. And you could take a handful out of the sack growed in the field, handful out of the sack that the machine made, and mix them up, you could never tell them apart again. One would make the same corn flake as the other, the same corn bread the other, same amount of calcium, moisture, the heart in the right place in the center of it, the skin on the outside.


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