<TITLE>06. Par 22-25</TITLE>L-22 And unconsciously, Banks must have said the right thing. For no more than he said that... I was setting in the back of the boat, fishing with a flyline for little blue gill fish to be-to put on the line for bait, for we'd run out of bait. And I was catching these little fish, and putting them in a bucket for the trout line. And when Banks said that, all of a sudden, Something struck me. He said the right thing. And the Holy Spirit spoke out and said, "THUS SAITH THE LORD, you'll find in the next few hours there'll be a resurrection of a little animal."
I thought it would be a kitten that I thought my little boy had squeezed too hard and squeezed the breath out of him, and--and had dropped him on the floor before we left. I thought that's what it would be.
But to our surprise, the next morning... While we were setting in the boat... I know Banks is here. I guess Lyle is. Is Lyle here, Banks? Or did... If you are, Lyle, raise up your hand. He comes down with us all the time.

L-23 He was--caught a fish with a--one of the--a long hook, and he caught a little blue gill fish. And it swallowed the hook all the way down. And he took a hold of the little fish, and instead of just taking the hook out of his mouth, he was caught so deep till he just pulled it. And he pulled the--the stomach, and the intestines, and the gills and all, right out of his mouth. And he just threw it out on the water, just a little fish like we had been fishing with night before, and had cut up a hundred of them or more for bait.
And the little fellow quivered four or five times and tried to work his little mouth; but he couldn't, because it was filled up with gills and so forth. And Lyle said, "You shot your last wad, little fellow."
Well, I went ahead fishing, thinking nothing about it. Then (God does things so strange.) all of a sudden, I felt there coming Something down over the top of them woods. The Holy Spirit moved down and said, "Stand up!" Said, "Speak to that little fish, and it shall have its life again." It'd been laying there dead for a half hour, done floated back into the weeds.
I said, "Little fishy, I can give you your life in the Name of the Lord Jesus." That little fish turned over, flipped up, and went out through the water just as hard as he could go.

L-24 I stood there, not knowing what to do. Brother Banks Woods said, "It's good for us to be here."
And Lyle said, "That meant me, because I said that thing to him, 'You shot your last wad, little fellow.'" And he got all excited.
I said, "No, it isn't." I was trying to console Lyle. I said, "That isn't so."
And then the Scripture came to me again. I had at least a hundred little spastic children on the list to pray for, many people, leukemia, and cancer, and tubercular being eat up, blind and deaf and dumb. There's page after page at my house full of them. And it looks like that a merciful God would've granted that instead of using His power on a little old insignificant fish. But He remains God.

L-25 Why didn't He use His power on the lepers at the gate instead of the little fig tree? What is it to do? God wants to show that He's concerned. He knows all things. He's God over the fig tree. He's God over the fish. He's God over creation. He's God over all things. And there's nothing too little or too insignificant but what He's interested in.
So that would give us to know, though we be little and insignificant, God's interested in us doing something for Him. He likes to display His glory.
And that stuck with me so hard that I could hardly rest day and night. That's been two years ago. And constantly, it has haunted at me. And I'd say, "Oh, I just can't say nothing about it, for I can't place it in the atonement."
"Whatsoever you say, it shall come to pass. You can have what you say."
And I've stood here at this same pulpit and tried, and run on the Scripture, and refrain from it, and go back, because I was afraid to use it.
You cannot have faith unless you know what you are doing.


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