<TITLE>30. Par 91-93</TITLE>L-91 And I'd stopped and I said, "O God, why should I ever go down out of this mountains. My, let me live and die up here, bury me up here. Take me home. I'll set my gun here; let my son Joseph find it someday. Let him hunt with it, Lord, but take me up now. Let me go." Oh, just having a wonderful time. I had always thought that sometime I'd might come up missing in the woods. Let--let me go, Lord. Walk out. Take me like Elijah did. Send the horses along." I was... Oh, I was having such a wonderful time there.
All at once I stopped, and when I did, a little old... I don't know whether you got them here or not. Yes, Chris, I believe you trap them, them little old pine squirrels. Oh, he's a blue coat policemen of the woods, noisiest thing you ever heard in your life, and not big enough to do anything. Jumped upon on a stump and said, "Chatter, chatter, chatter. Chatter chatter, chatter. Chatter, chatter, chatter."
I said, "Now, wait a minute, little fellow." I said, "What you so excited about? You didn't like that? Now, watch this." And around and around the tree I went again. I said, "How did you like that?" See? I said, "You like that?" I said, "You know what I'm doing? I'm worshipping our Creator. You ought to do the same thing. Don't fuss at me." And I--I went ahead, I said, "Oh, if you only knew Him the way I know Him. He's the one that gives you pine cones. See? Shame on you. Don't bother me when I'm worshipping. Get out." And around and around the tree I went again.

L-92 About that time I noticed the little fellow wasn't noticing me. His little eyes bugged out on his cheek. He had it cocked down in the bush, like that. I thought, "What's the matter?" Directly a great big eagle had been forced down in the storm came up. I thought, "Oh, that's what he's all excited about, that eagle." The wind had blowed him under there. And I thought, "Well, now, God, why would You break me up from running around and around this tree here. I believe God makes everything happen right. I said, "Why would You break me from running around and around this tree here to let me see that little old pine squirrel with that eagle? What about the eagle? Old vulture," I said. "What's he setting there anyhow?"

L-93 And I looked at him. I thought, "Well, God, could You be in that eagle?" I looked at him, and I thought, "Yes. You are, because he's not scared." That's one thing; he wasn't afraid. I said to him... And God don't want a coward. If you're ashamed to testify, don't go to the altar. You're ashamed to say, "By His stripes I'm healed." You're ashamed to say, "Yes, I received the Holy Ghost. Hallelujah." God wants to put a backbone, not a wishbone, in you, wants to make you somebody, give you a testimony.
As Buddy Robinson said, "Give me a testimony like a saw log. Put plenty of knowledge in the gable end of my soul; let me fight the devil as long as I got a tooth, then gum him till I die." That was his testimony, old Uncle Buddy, you know. And so he meant that too. So then, eighty-five years old, run sixty thousand miles a year in a little Chevrolet car, still preaching the Gospel. He wrote a book, sold a million copies. Didn't know the difference between a noun and a pronoun. Said, "I didn't know. I just wrote the thing...?..." But he was a great man of God.


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