<TITLE>05. Par 12-15</TITLE>L-12 And up in these mountains, walking around. And when the snow comes, it runs the elk herd down. So my friend, the rancher, was maybe many miles away on another divide. And I was hunting elk on--on the western slope.
And one day when there come up a storm and the rain... It'll rain awhile and then snow awhile, and then it'll turn off and fair up awhile, early fall. It come a storm, and I was standing behind a tree, near a blow-down and the storm went by. And when I--storm let up, I begin to notice the winds blowing. All the evergreens froze over, the big icicles hanging, where they'd got cold, and the sun was setting in the west. And I noticed, as a great magic eye like of God, that being the middle of the sight, the blue skies, the blue of His eye. And as He looked through those crevices of those rocks towards the west, it formed a rainbow across the valley.
And, oh, I'll never forget, in that storm the elk herd had got scattered. And I could hear the elk bugle one to another. And way back upon the mountain, an old gray wolf started to howling. Down in the valley its mate answered.

L-13 My mother's a half Indian. My conversion never took it out of me. There's something about it, as David said, "When the deep calleth to the deep." There's something about that, that thrills me through my soul.
I walked out behind the tree. I said, "Oh, God, You're everywhere. There You are in the rainbow. I can tell You over there in that elk herd. I can hear You in the old gray wolf howling. You're just everywhere, Lord, way up high in these mountains."
And you know, I'm one Baptist that believes in shouting. I set my gun down against the tree, and around and around the tree I went screaming top of my voice. I guess if somebody come out there, they'd thought they had an insane person out there: around and around the tree, as hard as I could go, screaming to the top of my voice. And I stopped and raised up my hands; I said, "Oh, great Jehovah, how great Thou art. What a wonderful place to be, way away from everybody, just alone here to see You."

L-14 And a little pine squirrel, he's a little bitty, fusser about that long, jumped up on a stump over from me, and all the carrying on I ever heard, just "chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter." I thought, "What's the little fellow so excited about? Surely he's not afraid of me. But maybe I excited him because I was running around and around the tree. I said, "There's no need of getting excited. I was just worshipping our Creator." And he'd cock his little head sideways and look down.
And he wasn't noticing me. There'd been a big eagle had been forced down in the storm. He was down under that blow-down, where the trees lapped together when they fall. The winds had blowed him. There'd been a terrific wind.
This big eagle jumped on a limb of a blown down tree. Oh, that little squirrel just started carrying on terribly then. So I thought, "Now, Lord, why did You change the scene? I was having such a wonderful time. What is godly about that eagle that would make... He's just a scavenger?"

L-15 But I happened to notice him. He seemed to be brave; he wasn't afraid. That's godly. God can't use a coward. Cowards die ten thousand deaths, where a hero never dies. That's right. God don't want a coward, somebody's afraid to take Him at His Word. He wants somebody that will take His Word, stand there on It.
I thought, "Yes, the bravery of that eagle..." I thought I'd test his bravery. I said, "Oh, fellow, do you know I could shoot you?" Those big velvet-looking eyes looked over at me, and then looked over to the little pine squirrel. And I thought, "What makes him so brave?"
And he, look like he kept taking his wings, you know like a bird does, feeling them wings are still all right, if they were still in flying condition. He knowed how to trust those wings. God gave him them wings, and he knowed he could be above that timber there before I could even get the gun in my hand. He knew that. I thought, "Oh, that's it, God."


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