<TITLE>05. Par 18-21</TITLE>L-18 And up the river from our place is--in the Ohio River, is an island. It's called Six Mile Island. It's just six miles from Louisville to that island. The little boy used to go up there quite a bit with an old fisherman, gray bearded, fine old Christian gentleman. One day when they'd been up the river there'd come a storm. And they had to pull their boat to the bank. And after the storm was over, they launched out in the river again, and the sun was setting in the west. And after the storm, the old fisherman looked across the back of the boy to the east, and there was a rainbow. And he was pulling his boat, as any a boatman knows, the rhythm of that clipping of the waves against the oars as he was rowing with the current down the river, all the leaves washed off from the rain, just seemed to be a quietness. And you know, nature works like that. If you're all flusterated and don't know what to do, just come to Jesus. After the storm, there's a quietness, a peace that passes all understanding.
And the old fisherman, watching the rainbow, which with his back towards the bow of the boat, was looking at the rainbow, and he begin weeping. And the little fellow setting in the stern of the boat, rushed up to the middle of the boat, and fell down at the old fisherman's lap, and he said, "Sir, I'm going to ask you something that my mother, neither my Sunday school teacher or pastor can satisfy my thinking." Said, "If God is so great, can anyone see God?" The old fisherman overcome with the little lad's statement, pulled him up in his arms, hugged him up close," and he said, "God bless your little heart, honey, all I've seen for the past forty years has been God." He had so much God on the inside of him, he could see God on the outside.

L-19 And if God is hid, He's hid to those that are blind to Him, 'cause anyone can look around and see God in the blooming of the flowers. How the little flower dies; the seed bursts open; the pulp runs out; and everything's gone. But then, that flower lives again. That's God making a way for that flower to live again for service. If God has a way of making a flower live again, how about a man that's made in His image?

L-20 And if you watch God in nature... When I go hunting in the fall of the year, when I can, way up in the north, and you watch those little ducks up there born on the--the lake. And as soon as it starts getting cold, those little fellows will raise right straight up out of that lake and go just straight to Louisiana as they can go, no compass or nothing. What guides them? God.
And did you ever notice, when you go out in the wintertime and see the rabbits bedding down close to the ground, getting back under the grass. And you turn on the radio, and the radio, the news commentator says, "Well, tomorrow is going to be pretty weather." Don't you pay no attention to that. That rabbit knows more about that then he ever will know. Yes, sir. 'Cause there's something in him, God in nature.
And you take... Let the news commentator say, "Tomorrow it's going to be a pretty day." And watch that old sow take them shucks off of the--the north side of the hill and bring it around and make her bed on the south side of the hill; she knows more about the weather than that news commentator knows, because that she is guided by instinct that God gave her. You can depend more on that then you can on anything that's mechanically made, because it's God working in His great universe.

L-21 A few years ago I was up in Colorado, hunting elk. It's something that I try to hunt each fall, not so much to get the game, but to be out, alone in the woods. That's where I found God was in the woods. My first prayer that I was going to pray to confess my sins, I didn't know how to do it; so I was going to write a letter to God and tack it on a tree in the woods so He could read it when He come down the path. For I knowed He was there.


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