<TITLE>20. Par 73-76</TITLE>L-73 Then one day she decides... It's a pretty blue day. So she decides to take her little eaglets on its first flight. They done read their Bible through and they see how great she is. She's just the same as she ever was, her great wings, her great feathers. She's equipped to take care of her little ones. So she spreads forth her wings, lays herself back like that, says, "Jump on, children."
Oh, I'm so glad you don't have to jump onto a creed. You jump onto the cross. Amen. When I seen Him spread... Nothing in my arms I bring, I'm trusting You, Lord. I don't know how I'm going to do it.
When they put me out of the Baptist church, "I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know, Lord, but I'm going to hold to God's unchanging hand. I don't know how it's going to make it. God, you've ordained me, told me to go pray for the sick. They tell me they'd have me in the insane institution in a few weeks, but how great Thou art. How great Thou art."
"Where you going to?"
"I don't know. Just wherever He leads me."
A brother ordained me in the church, said, "You know what you'll wind up as?"
I said, "Someday in glory. But I'm holding to the cross, holding to God."

L-74 Mother eagle says, "Jump on now." And you ought to see them little fellows, how they get a hold. They take their little paws, and they find them a good handful of feathers like that. They grip down and take their little beak, reach down and get hold of another feather. "All right, mama. I'm ready."
She leaves that nest. She's way up in the air anyhow. See? 'Cause they're not buzzards now; they're eagles. They're borned up there.
Don't be born down here. Be borned up there. If you're born down here, you're a denominational brother. That's all right. You're a bird too. But if you're borned up here, brother, you're born in the Spirit of God (Hallelujah.), not born to some creed. You're way up here in the air.

L-75 The old mother gives a little jump like that, and she sets them big wings. When the wind's coming just right, she moves way up, on up. Little eagle, I can hear look over and say, "Brother Jones, what do you think about that? Oh, isn't this wonderful?"
"Hm. Suits me just right. Don't it you?"
"Yes, sir."
Holding right on, oh, my, on, on, on, on, on, till she goes plumb out of sight with them little fellows. Well, if them was buzzards, they'd fall off long ago. If they was crows, or even hawks... They have to be eagles, or they can't stand it. They're tested before they're taken on a flight. That's the reason we don't get so many flights. I oughtn't to have said that maybe. But it's done said, so...

L-76 Anyhow... Oh, when they get way up there, you know what she does when she gets up there? Does she look over and say, "You've done very well, children? I'll take you right back to your nest again."
No, sir. She dumps them, every one, off. They're eagles. They can fly. If they're eagles, they can fly. Amen. They're eagles. They can fly if they're eagles. She dumps them off, and flies away from them, just let them alone. There they are up in the air, brother, just flip, flop, flip, flop, flip, flop, flutter.
"Fly higher, children. Just keep on flapping your little wings. You're eagles."
They're having them a Pentecostal rally, just turning over and over, just having a great time up in the blue (Amen.), way away from them denominational chickens, way up there in the blue (Hallelujah.), way up in the blue, just flapping around having them a great time.
Now, you know why they're having such a great time? They're not looking down towards the earth. Boy, that feels good. Boy, they're up there where they belong. Any borned again Christian likes to get in them spheres up there. You know why? The mother, she scoops off to one side. She holds those big wings and watches them.


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