<TITLE>10. Par 33-35</TITLE>L-33 What good does it do to feed your canary birds vitamins, and then keep him in a cage? Make good bones and good feathers and won't let him fly? Well, that's the same way, of sending your preachers away to seminaries, and making them polished scholars, and telling you, "The days of miracles is past." What good does it do to serve a historical God? Will ruin anything if He won't act the same today that He was then. He's no good; it's just history. (The Mohammedans is just as well off as we are--and any of the rest of them.)
But I thank God, that we've got a God that lives, and He's just the same, and He has the same power. He lives just the same as He ever lived. He does the same things that He ever did do, for He remains God. He's not a historical God, but He's a God in a time of trouble, a very present help, all times, omnipresent, ever ready...
Now so, I guess her and the bishop had it out. And I can hear the bishop say, "Now, looky here, you may be queen, but if you go, we'll excommunicate you, just as soon as you go." But you know, if God's dealing with a heart, you just might as well excommunicate to start with, 'cause they'll go anyhow. "For as the hart thirsts for the water brook, so my soul thirsts after Thee, O God."

L-34 Farmer... I don't mean this for a joke, no place for a joke, but I want to make a point. A farmer set a hen one time. They didn't have enough eggs to set her. How many knows what a setting of eggs is? Fifteen. All right. So he... Like, he only had fourteen, he went over and got a--a goose egg or a duck egg, put it under the old hen. When she hatched all these fellows out, they all looked all right but this duck. He was funny looking fellow. And she'd get out in the barnyard, you know, and catching grasshoppers and carrying on, "Cluck, cluck, cluck." But that duck couldn't understand that language at all. He was a funny looking fellow: a big long bill, and... I don't know, there's just something wrong with him. And he didn't look like the chickens, and they all picked on him. Said, "Well, you're not our brother. (You're a holy roller, or you're... something, you know.) Get away. You're not... You have nothing to do with us. We don't want a..."
And you know... And the old hen, she got out behind the barn one day, and she was catching grasshoppers, and scratching in the manure pile, and so forth, and actual--feeding her chickens, of course. So... they fed on that.

L-35 So then, the little duck got back there and there happened to be some--a stream come down behind the place. Brother, he was tired of that dust anyhow, the old dry place. And he got a smell of the water. He stuck that little honker up in the air, and away he went. The old hen said, "Cluck, cluck, cluck." and he said, "Quack, quack, quack." He was headed for the water, just as hard--you couldn't hold him. Why? His nature was a duck. When he smelled water, his nature called it.
And if you're borned in this world, predestinated to be a son of God, there ain't enough religions in the world to hold you away from the real genuine Holy Ghost when It begins to fall. You'll go just as hard. The church might excommunicate you, run you out, blackball you, anything else... You'll go to the Fountain filled with Blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins, Where sinners plunged beneath the flood, Lose all their guilty stains." That's right.


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