<TITLE>29. Par 89-90</TITLE>L-89 I was walking along through there, my eyes closed, saying, "Glory to God. You're so great, Father. Oh, You're so great. Way up here alone, where there's no gasoline or cigarettes. O God, no wonder You can live up here." I was just going along praising God. First thing you know there come a little storm across the mountains. And I'd got in behind a tree. There was a blow down there. It was almost at timberline. You I got down below, got down behind this tree, and sat down there a little bit, and the storms blowed real hard. I had my head down like this, saying, "God, You are wonderful. You're the God of the mountain; You're the God of the valley. You're God when we're poor; You're God when we're rich. You're God when we're sick; You're God when we're happy. You're God when I'm hunting; You're God when I'm crying. You're God in God." And I was there...
After while the storm let up. I looked around, and I thought, "Well, praise the Lord, storm's over. I guess I'll go hunting for my elk now."
I started to move out. And all at once I looked across toward the west, towards Canada, this way. The big sun had come across into this province here, and was peeking its great eye through the crevices in the rock. I looked over there. I thought, "Oh, yes, Jehovah," I looked back over here, and there was a rainbow, 'cause the evergreens had froze over, you know; and the sun was shining against them caused a rainbow to form across the--the--the valley. And I thought, "There He is. He's up here. He's to look upon as Jasper and Sardine stones, Revelations 1, Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End, He that was, which is, and shall come, the Root and Offspring of David, the Morning Star, the Lily of the valley." Oh, my, there He was, in the rainbow. I thought, "O God, how great Thou art." I thought, "Oh, how wonderful."

L-90 And about that time, I heard an old elk bugle. Chris, you know what I mean. Heard that, "Whee-who," like that, and I thought, "Oh, my. He got lost in the storm. He was bugling for the rest of them." I thought, "There it is: the deep, the wild, calling." An old gray wolf got to howling on the hills, his mate--mate answering down at the bottom. Then, brother, I tell you, the real part came out of me. I stood there and cried like a baby. I said, "O God, how wonderful. There You are in the rainbow. There You are in the call of the elk. There You are in the call of the wolf. You're God everywhere. Oh, how wonderful." I said, "Praise be to God."
And around and around and around the tree I went, shouting the top of my voice. Might as well tell you the truth. Hollered, "Glory to God. Hallelujah." I didn't care. Anybody shouts to let anybody else hear him shout, they're a hypocrite. Wasn't nobody in forty miles of me. I was just jumping up-and-down, running around the tree, hollering, "Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God." I could see God everywhere. He was real. My, I run around and around... If somebody come in the woods, they'd have thought somebody was out of the insane institution up there. I was going around. I didn't care. I was having a good time, blowing off some of the steam. I was having a wonderful time. "Hallelujah, hallelujah."


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