<TITLE>16. Par 57-60</TITLE>L-57 But this other little calf, he didn't have very much of a barn to stay in. But, brother, when they let him out, he was all full of vitamins and fat, my, just as round and fat as he could be. Man, he just kicked up his heels, and started hitting that wind, you know, and it hit him. And he was just--he was just having... When that rushing wind struck him, he was just having a big time, just running around, kicking up his heels.
You know what the little poor calf done? Stuck his little poor head through the crack of the fence, and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, Such fanaticism."
What was the matter? He was starved on denominational weeds. What we need is some Holy Ghost vitamins in the church. It'll renew the youth. It'll renew the youth of the church, take it back to Pentecost again, bring you over with an experience (Amen.), fattened up.
We're putting too much... And that's what's the matter with us Pentecostal people. We're putting too much on our buildings nowadays and claiming Jesus is coming. Yes, sir. What we ought to do is be on the job, out getting somebody in there, saving souls, feeding them God's vitamins through the power of God. That's exactly right.

L-58 Now, finally the old eagle takes the place to... I... Several things about him, but I got to just hit the high spot now. My time's getting away. So we... Let's see him build his nest. They're going to have--they're going to have a nest full of little ones. He's building his church, you know, way up on top of the hill, and binds her up real good.
Now, that nest is all full of stickers. Well, he don't want that thing... You don't want your new converts to know all the stickers about the thing, you know, how you had to battle to get there. But you know what the eagle does? He goes out and pads that nest. You ought to see him. That old mother eagle will go out and get rabbit skin, eat the rabbit, then take the skin, and poke it up in every little crack like that, just make it just a little fluffy place, oh, the prettiest little cozy nest for the little ones to be born in.

L-59 That's the way God does it, you know. Oh, my. When--when you're first saved, don't you feel good, walking on that little fine fuzz, you know? Oh, my, them little tender feet, you know, just good... Oh, that's real good.
Oh, how papa walks up and down the nest when them little ones are born, looking at them. My. Oh, you ever saw him strut, throw them shoulders back and strut, looking at his little ones.
"All look just like me." That's right. "He that believeth on Me the works that I do shall he also. Can you drink the cup of persecution, being made fun of, and called Beelzebub like Me?"
"Yes."
"Can you be baptized with the Spirit I'm baptized with?"
"Yea."
"Just like me." (Looking at his little ones. You see? Oh, how he struts.)

L-60 Now, what if all at once one of them little fellows would happen to be a crow, fly up on the nest and holler, "Caw, caw, caw, caw?" That'd be a hybrid. That's what's the matter today. We got too many hybrid buzzards and crows in the nest, and not real eagles that believe: too much hybrid religion, trying to mix oil and water together. It won't mix.
You know what would happen? If that little crow jumped up there and hollered, "Caw, caw, caw, days of miracles is past; no such a thing as the baptism of the Holy Ghost; all this is fanaticism," he'd kick him out of there.
What would happen to him up in that nest then? He'd disintegrate, 'fore he'd get down among the chickens. He sure would. Yes, sir.


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