<TITLE>09. Par 32-34</TITLE>L-32 I watched him. He wasn't scared of me, but he wasn't scared of that little, old chipmunk, little squirrel, switching that little tail and barking. After while he just got enough of it. He made a great big jump, flopped his wings about twice, and he was beyond the timberline. And then I watched him. He didn't keep flopping; he just knowed how to set his wings. And every time the wind would come up that canyon, he'd go higher, higher, higher, until he become just a little spot. I stood there weeping like a baby.
I said, "That's it, Lord." It's not jump from Methodist to Baptist, from Presbyterian to Lutheran. It's not from one healing service to another; it's just setting your wings in the--your faith wings, in the power of the Holy Ghost, and when a wave comes in, just ride on up, on up, on up, until you get sick and tired of hearing this chatter, chatter here, chatter, chatter there. "The days of miracles is past. They're a bunch of holy-rollers. Nothing to them." Just set your wings in His power and ride out of here on them great wings of the Holy Spirit. Oh, that faith wing, just to know how to set them, and when the Holy Spirit begins to ride in, ride with It. The tide comes again, mount up.
The first thing, you won't know that neighbor saying, "Oh, you're going to be a holy-roller. You never got healed." You'll just ride on a passed all those old critics. "Chatter, chatter here. Chatter, chatter there. No such thing as divine healing. None of... Nobody ever got healed. Give a thousand dollars to anybody shows such." Just turn your head from it and ride away.

L-33 That door, He wants to stand in it. Then there's another door. That's your eyes, the door of your eyes. If He can ever get your eyes open.
As I told you awhile ago, the church has got a spiritual cold. And during this spiritual coldness, a draft got on their back. And they've got sore eyes--cold in them--the children of God. And they need a good oiling of the Holy Spirit to come down and put the salve in their eyes, that they might open their eyes to see the glory of God.
The church can't understand. This American people, brother, the queen of Sheba will rise in her day and condemn this generation. Jonah will rise and condemn this generation. We are so used to getting everything handed to us on a platter. We want entertainment. If the church hasn't got a whole lot of shindigs, and bunco games, and social parties, and picnics, and soup suppers... It's a shame. We need our eyes opened. A good-fashioned Holy Ghost greasing is what we need--a good swelling up.

L-34 We used to have an old wagon. It would go squeaking. Every time we'd start to move it, it would squeak, because all the spokes was all dry. And every time you'd start to rolling it, it'd squeak, and bump, and carry on. But you know, the best way to do that wagon is pull it out in the water, and let it set there till it swells up. Then it gets tight, and it don't squeak any more.
What the church needs tonight, is a real good pulling out in the fountain filled with Blood, drawn from Emmanuel's veins, where sinners plunged beneath the flood, lose all their guilty stain, and lay there till they're so swelled up so tight with the Holy Ghost, they quit squeaking, and squawking, and saying, "The days of miracles is past. We can't...?... They'd turn us out as fanatics." What do you care what the people does? Let the people turn you out, God will turn you in. Eyesalve is on the list.


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