<TITLE>05. Par 20-23</TITLE>L-20 And I was right by an old blow-down near the timberline. That's as high up as the timber grows, till you get into pygmy spruce, and so forth. Then when... I was amazed as how... I was setting there behind the tree, hearing the winds blow, and thinking of the Lord, behind a big pine tree. And after awhile the storm let up. I raised up, looked around.
And the great elk herd that I was trying to get into, they'd been separated during the storm, and I could hear the big bulls a-bugling. Oh, there's something about it that just puts something alive in you to hear them fellows bugle. I have a great respect for them. Then over on the mountain I hear a wolf howling, it's mate answering it down in the bottom. Looked over towards the west and the sun was setting, and just as going through the crevices of the mountains the great magic eye, looked like of God, looking across the mountain tops, blue horizon; and seeing then where the winds had blowed and the water had froze on the evergreens and had formed a rainbow that went all the way across the canyon.

L-21 Oh, all that together I just broke down like a baby and began weeping. There He was, God in the rainbow, the covenant-look upon as Alpha and Omega, jasper and sardis, both Reuben and Benjamin, first and the last. There He was, howling up there in the wolf; here He was, bugling in the elk. Everywhere you look up there, seemed to be God.
That's the way I like to get that inspiration. Get up in there alone with God, so high. Miles and miles and miles, couldn't get down for a couple days, to take me to get down from where I was to where the horses was hitched. But just up there alone with God. Sleep out there that night in the mountains.

L-22 And while we was up there I just got one of them kind of a real rejoicing spirits on me. I guess it's not strange to you Pentecostal people. And I got so happy I set the gun down against the tree and begin to run around and around the tree, just jumping around as hard as I could, screaming to the top of my voice, "Praise the Lord, praise the Lord." And I guess if somebody would have come in the woods, they'd thought there was someone out of the insane institution there.
Around and around the tree I went, just as hard as I could go, screaming and kicking up the pine needles. I had to blow off the steam somewhere--I'd have bursted. It was just... I was just having a wonderful time, 'cause I was right in the presence of God, having a conference with Him, just speaking, "How great Thou art, how great Thou art.

L-23 "There You are, everywhere. You're there in the skies, in the magic eye of the sun, running to and fro through the earth. There You are in the rainbow. There You are in the wolf. There You are in the elk. There You are in the winds; hear them blowing through those pines as if to say, "Adam, where art thou?'" see, moving around. Inspiration, a real genuine conference, having with God.
And all at once I was interrupted. And I just don't like to be interrupted in them kinds of times, so... I just like to scream it out till I get, get all satisfied. Then I looked and there was a little pine squirrel. Oh, he is a little rascal, about that long; the blue coat policeman of the woods. And he will scare everything in the country. And they all listen for him, because he's always ready to "chatter, chatter," at something. He jumped up on an old stump or log there, looked over at me and begin just barking as hard as he could, "Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter."


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