<TITLE>14. Par 70-73</TITLE>L-70 And I could see the eagle wasn't afraid. I said to the eagle, "Big bird, aren't you afraid of me?" And he looked at the pine squirrel; he look at me. I thought, "Why isn't he afraid?" And I kept noticing; he kept moving his wings, feeling his wing. I thought, "Oh, I see the reason he's not afraid." I said, "Do you know I could shoot you?" He looked over at me. And I said, "I could take my rifle and shoot you. Aren't you afraid of me?" He just kept feeling his wings.
I thought, "There it is." God had given him a provided way that he trusted in. And he knew, by his own wings, that I couldn't get that rifle as fast as he could get through them bushes and be out of my way. And he trusted in his God-given power. And I thought, "That's right, Lord. The eagle will trust in his God-given power, but how about a man with the baptism of the Holy Ghost afraid to trust God with that God-given power?" He's a coward, not a hero.

L-71 And I watched the big fellow. He got tired of listening at that little pine squirrel 'cause if he had any discernment, he knowed I was his friend. I was admiring him.
And after while, he got tired of hearing that little old chatter, chatter. He just made one big jump, flopped his wings about twice; he was out of the timber. And something happened that set me to screaming. He never kept flopping his wings from one church to another, from one denomination to another, flop, flop here and flop, flop there.
You know what he done? He had a knowledge that these wings was give to him for a purpose. So he just set his wings. And when the air waves come in, he rode up on them. And he went higher, high--not flopping his wings, just knowing how to set his wings and riding on the air waves. And he went on, on till he become a little speck.
And I got to weeping and shouting again. I said, "That's it, Lord. Oh, if we only knew how to set our wings of faith and ride the current of the Holy Ghost and get away from this little old chatter, chatter here, 'Days of miracles is past. There's no such a thing as Divine healing.' Just ride on out of sight of it." Get tired of it and ride away on the God-given wings that He's give you.

L-72 One day when hunting (and I'm closing), a friend of mine by the name of Caul, Burt Caul, he was a cruel man. But yet I liked him. There was something about him inside I liked. Now, I'm closing. Be in prayer.
He used to shoot little fawns just to be mean. Now, the law provided, if you want a fawn, why, you could have it, one a year. But Burt would take about ten or fifteen a year just to be mean.  I used to be a game warden, as you know, for years. And I love game. I'm a conservationist. I like to take care of it. But I was in another state, New Hampshire.
And one year when I went up there, Burt had made him a little whistle. And that little whistle, he could make it go just like a little baby fawn crying.
And I said, "Burt, you're not going to use that."
He said, "Oh, you chicken-hearted preachers." Just to be mean, cruel, you've seen man like that. You think you're big, but you're little.

L-73 And he wanted to blow this little whistle. I thought, "Surely, he won't do it. But one day while hunting, we come to a little open space, and Burt slips down and screams this little whistle. It sounded just like a little baby fawn crying.
And all of a sudden, across the way, a beautiful, big doe (that's the mother deer), she raised up and she looked. And her great big ears, and her big beautiful brown eyes (and her statue that only a lover of nature could admire), she walks out into the open, those ears up and them eyes searching. A baby was in trouble and she was a mother. And she looked.
I seen Burt pull the bolt action on his rifle to put the shell in. I thought, "Oh, surely, you're not going to do that, Burt. Surely, you couldn't do that. That's a mother. She would certainly come to the cry of that baby."


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