<TITLE>22. Par 80-82</TITLE>L-80 The old hen find... Out there on the manure pile, she'll go to scratching the old dead things of the world, saying, "Now, we're going to have a hoop race down on the beach, where they're all going swimming."
"My, goodness." He couldn't stand that.
"We're going to have a bunco game in the basement." That little... Bingo, that's what it is, bingo. I just... I don't know them kind of names. All right. What is bunco? Is it? Maybe I was wrong. Bingo (See?), ever what it is. Anyhow, "We're going to have that."
That little eagle couldn't understand that. That wasn't the thing he'd been eating. It didn't fit him just right. Did you feel that way when you was out there? Boy, I did. My goodness. The stuff stunk to me. Calling yourself Christians?
The pastor has to dismiss church fifteen minutes early to smoke before he come back in the pulpit. That didn't sound right to me. All the deacons run around there, and--and I knowed them run with women in the church, and things like that. That didn't sound like Christians to me. See? Just didn't fit just right.

L-81 So he walked around. He had to be in the back all the time. They'll never put you in nothing. Don't worry about that. So never... They got to get out there where they look like chickens, you know. So first thing you know, walked around through the lot. He--he really was a--he was a--he was an odd number; and any borned again Christian in a mess like that... Any eagle in a place like that's an odd number. That's right. So he didn't know what to do. The little fellow didn't know any better. Maybe we didn't. Didn't know any better.
And one day you know what? Mama knowed she laid two eggs, former rain and latter rain. What become of one of them? So she begin to hunt for him. Here she come, flapping these wings. She was looking around with them great, piercing eyes. They could look everywhere. She flew over the barnyard. Once she did, she said, "Sonny." That didn't sound, "Cluck, cluck, cluck." No, no.
He turned his little head, and looked up, and said, "That sounded real. Where did that come from?" Oh, my.

L-82 You remember the first time God ever spoke to you? Oh, glory. Going to call me holy-roller anyhow, so you just might as well get started now. Oh, my. When I first heard His voice, it spake like many waters. Oh, my. By the brook and stream, where a rippling stream, so he can lay down, bathe, look up. My.
He looked up, and said, "What was that?"
She come back over. She said, "Honey, you're mine. You don't belong in that place anyhow."
"Come out from among them. Be ye separated," saith the Lord. "Touch not their unclean things, and I'll be God to you. I'll be God to you. You'll be son and daughter to Me." See?
"You don't belong to her, that old organization says the days of miracles is past. You're mine. You're eagle." See?
"Oh, that sounds good," he said. "I understand that kind of talk."
Yes, sir. Why, he was an eagle to begin with. He was actually an eagle, just got in the wrong nest, that was all.
I hope I don't hurt you brethren, but I--I'm just telling you the truth. That's right. Many of them today is in the wrong nest.


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