<TITLE>23. Par 90-93</TITLE>L-90 And yet the Holy Ghost can fall upon the church, and they'll draw it back out again; "Oh, I don't know. If you pray for me again, maybe it'll be all right." See? That's just... Oh, my, it's awful. Yes it...
I watched him there a little while. I'll tell you what happened to this fellow. I watched him a little while, looked there, and I thought, "Oh, I admire you. I see You in that eagle, God."
And so, after while, he wasn't as afraid of me, and he'd seen that I--I--I--I admired him. I admire anything that's got some--got some backbone to it. I hate to see a person come to church and just, oh, all praises and everything, go back out and ashamed to testify on the street, ashamed to ask the blessing on the food that you eat in the restaurant, or... Oh, my. Cowardly, God can't use a coward; He wants men. He wants to take that wishbone out and put a backbone in there.
Like old Buddy Robinson said, "Lord, give me the backbone the size of a saw log. Put plenty of knowledge in the gable end of my soul, and help me to fight the devil as long as I got a tooth, and then gum him 'till I die." So that's the kind of a testimony we all ought to have. That... You remember Buddy Robinson, many of the old Nazarene brother?

L-91 Now, I--I looked at that old eagle and I thought, "Well, you know, you're really a gracious bird. I--I like you real well. I preached about you many times." And I said, "I--I sure like you real well."
He got tired of listening to that old pine squirrel going, "Chatter, chatter, chatter. Chatter, chatter, chatter." like he was going to tear him up. Why, he couldn't do nothing; he's too little. He got enough of it, so he just made one big bounce, flopped his wings about twice, and then I cried.
I stood there and the tears running down my cheeks when I watched that eagle. How God must've placed him there for a purpose. He never flopped his wings. He just got above the timber, about twice, and then he just knowed how to set his wings in that wind. And every time a gush of wind would come up, he'd go a little higher, a little higher, and a little higher, till he become just a little spot.

L-92 He left that little, old, earth-bound pine squirrel setting there saying, "Chatter, chatter, chatter. Days of miracles is past. No such a thing as the Holy Ghost. All there no...?... This speaking in tongues is all wrong. No such a thing as Pentecost. That was way back yonder a long time ago." He just knowed how to set his wings in the power of the wind. How ought the church know how to set your faith in the power of God, not jump from one church to another, but ride away on the glory of God, until you're past the hearing of this, "Days of miracles is past. No such a thing as the Holy Ghost." Nonsense!

L-93 What do you think about that, lady? You believe that to be the truth? Do you believe that too, sister? If you do, you can fly away from them stretchers tonight if you want to.
Just, it ain't go to this meeting, go to that one, have this one pray for you, or that one pray for... This certain preacher, that certain evangelist: just set your wings. Set your faith. "I shall not be moved." Hallelujah! And every time the Holy Ghost comes in, ride up on it; go higher and higher and higher and higher.
That's it. You believe that with all your heart? If you believe it, brother, just know how to set your wings. God promised; God can't lie; God's all truth. If I could heal you, I'd do it. I can't heal nobody. I don't believe there's anybody else can heal anybody. But it's you, yourself, you, yourself, that's got faith in God. The Holy Spirit's just been falling constantly in gush over this building tonight (You believe that? Sure.), even rebuking and chastising His Church and cleaning it out. That's what God wants to do.


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