<TITLE>08. Par 29-31</TITLE>L-29 Reminds me of one day, I was herding cattle up in the mountains. And I'd went hunting that fall for elk, way high. And the storms hadn't come yet to run the elk down in the lowlands. And for about thirty-five miles there was nobody but myself and the rancher, and he went the other way. We was going to meet in three or four days. And just to watch how God works. And there come up a storm. That time of the year, around October in Colorado, it'll rain awhile, then it'll freeze, and then it'll snow, and then it'll rain; the sun will shine. And it come up such a storm a-twisting and blowing. And I got behind a tree, and stood back there. And after the storm was passed, I come out, listened, and away back down through the valley I heard the old, bull elk begin to bugle.
Brother Roy Roberson, you know what I'm speaking of? It had scattered the herd. Oh, just to hear that call. I begin to weep. And way back up towards Ethel creek, I heard an old coyote begin to holler, and the mate answered in the valley.
My mother's a half Indian, and there--my conversion never took it away from me. Oh, I love nature. I begin to weep. And I noticed the sun setting, shining through the crevice of the rock, reflecting against the evergreens, froze, and it formed a rainbow. And I said, "Oh, that's Him. There's seven colors, the seven church ages--Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending."

L-30 And I got so happy till I almost had a spasm. I run around, and around, and around the tree, just as hard as I could, screaming to the top of my voice. If somebody would've been out there, they'd thought a maniac was in the woods, thought I was out of the insane institution. But I didn't care what anybody thought; I was worshipping the Creator. And I looked again, and around, and around the tree I went again. I thought, "Oh, it's good to be here." It could be easy to build three tabernacles. But as I stood, I thinking, "Oh, great Jehovah, how great You are."
And I heard a little pine squirrel. I don't think you have them in this state. It's a little, bitty snicklefritz about that long, little bushy tail. It's the blue-coat policeman of the woods, the noisiest thing you ever heard. And he had his little head cocked sideways, setting on a stump by an old blow-down, just chatter, chatter, chatter--chatter, chatter, chatter. And I thought, "What you so excited about little fellow?" And I wondered what, but I noticed he wasn't looking at me. He'd cock his little head sideways and look down.

L-31 And I noticed the storm had blown a big, old eagle down in there--big, brown eagle. And he come out from under the--the tree limbs. He jumped up there and looked around at me. I thought, "Lord, what... Did I scream when I was shouting?" I thought, "What do you think about me? Do you think I'm crazy?" And he kept moving his big wings. And I thought, "Then Lord, why did You send that eagle and stop me from shouting and praising You, the great Creator Who makes that rainbow." I thought, "Surely, it's for some purpose."
And as I looked at him, I happened to notice... I said, "Oh, fellow, did you know I could shoot you?" Those great, big, gray eyes looked at me and looked back. He wasn't afraid of me. For I noticed him moving his wings, seeing if every feather was just in place. I thought, "There it is, Lord. He's not scared. As long as them wings is in working order, he knows he could be in them treetops, 'fore I could even touch my gun."
And if God give an eagle wings, and he's got faith in it to get away from trouble, how much more of a man that's borned of the Holy Ghost? As long as we know Christ is in here, what difference does it make of what the world's got to say, or what anybody says?


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