<TITLE>12. Par 43-46</TITLE>L-43 The big eagle jumped up on the limb, and I thought, "Now God, why did You stop me from shouting? Now, why did You put that eagle out there before me? Why? I'm here worshipping You. I know You're everywhere, but would You be in that eagle?" And I happened to notice that eagle. He wasn't a scared of me. And I said, "Are you afraid of me?" And that great big galded eyes looked at me; he wasn't afraid of me.
I said, "Oh, I see God in that eagle." I said, "Because he's not a scared. God's not a scared."
You're afraid; "If I accept my healing, I can't hold out. If I get Christ in heart, I'm afraid somebody will laugh at me." Now, you're not condition yet. You ain't dead enough yet.

L-44 So this eagle wasn't a scared. I thought, "Why is it you're not scared?" I noticed him feeling his wings, you know how they scuffle their feathers. I thought, "Oh, that's it. I see; God's give you two wings." And if God give that eagle two wings, and he knowed he could be in that timber 'fore I could get the rifle in my hands. If he could trust his wings like that, what ought a church do that's filled with the Holy Ghost? Long as you can feel Him around you, know that He's there, what you afraid of? You afraid your boss will say, "How'd you get well?"
"Oh..." Don't be a scared, say, "The Lord God healed me." Don't be afraid. And I noticed he got...

L-45 I said, "You know I can shoot you?" And I grabbed at my rifle. He watched, looked at me again. I noticed he wasn't afraid of me, but he was getting tired of that little old chipmunk, setting there, "Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter," just all fuss. So he got sick and tired of him, he just made a big jump. He made about two flops, and he was plumb out of the timber, and then I wept. He just took his great wings and spread them out like this. He never flopped his wings any more. He just knowed how to set his wings. And every time the wind would come up, he'd ride upon it, ride upon it, until he become just a little spot.
I stood and looked, and the tears running down my cheek. I said, "Oh God, that's it. That's what You wanted me to stop here and sent the storm for. That's the idea. Just know how to set your wings in the power of God, your wings of faith, and when the Holy Ghost rolls in, ride upon It. Just keep on going; get away from this little old woodchuck chatter, chatter, saying the days of miracle is passed, and there's no such a thing as Divine healing. Ride over it. God wants to fill that heart.

L-46 David said, "As the hart thirsts after the waterbrook, my soul thirsts after Thee O God." Listen close, I'm closing. David was in the mountains, and being a woodsman or hunter, he knew about the deer. I seen them many times, down in Louisiana, they--they hunt them with dogs. Over in Africa there's a wild dog. And it's very strange, and any deer hunter here knows, if you wound a deer, hurt him, and if he can get to water, you've lost him. As long as he can find water, he can live. But oh, if the dogs would hurt the little fellow. You see--you see them deer standing, and the dogs has the trick of the wolf either. And he slips up real easy. Now, he's technically got two blood fangs right here inside of his mouth. And he grabs the deer just behind the ear where the jugular vein crosses, he sinks those teeth in, the coyote, the wolf, the wild dog. And when he does, he throws himself. When he does that, I've seen them cut steers throat, coyotes. And he--he's sneaking; you don't know where he's at. And he grabs the deer, and he swings his weight and cuts the jugular vein, and the little deer makes a few drops, and he's gone. Then he's covered over with dogs, and coyotes eating on him, pulling the hide and meat right off his bones.


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