<TITLE>31. Par 94-97</TITLE>L-94 Now, notice this eagle. I thought, "Why are you not scared? You know what? I could take my rifle and shoot you." 'Course he knowed I admired him too much to do that. He looked at me, and I thought, "Well, he's not scared of me, 'cause he knowed..." I watched him. He kept feeling them wings, you know, see if them feathers wasn't running...?... I thought, "Sure, that's the reason he's not afraid. He's got a God-given gift: wings. He's got confidence in that God-given gift. He knowed he could be in that timber before I could get my hand on that gun. He had confidence."
If an eagle can have confidence in his wings as a God-given gift, how much more ought we to have confidence in a God given gift of the Holy Spirit, could carry us today. Watched his feathers as he moved. I thought. "Brother, I am... I--I love you too much to shoot you. See?" I watched him.

L-95 After while I noticed he wasn't bothered about me. He was watching that little old pine squirrel going, "Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter." He had enough of it after while. He just made one big bounce, maybe flopped his wings about twice, and went plumb beyond that timber. And when he did, that's when I seen what God was doing. That big fellow never flopped any more. He just knowed how to set his wings, and every time the wind would come in, he'd ride up on it. After a while he kept going up, up, up (not moving a feather), up, up, up, till he become just a little spot.
There I was, standing there with my hands up to heaven, saying, "Oh, glory to God. That's it. It's not flop, flop, I'm a Pentecostal today. Flop, flop, I'm a Baptist tomorrow. Flop, flop, I'll go to Oral Roberts' meeting. Flop, flop, I'll go to Brother Branham's meeting. Flop, flop, I'll go to Tommy Hicks." No, it's knowing how to set your wings, your wings of faith in the power of God. Every time the glory waves come in, ride up on it. He left that little old earth-bound chipmunk setting there, saying, "Chatter, chatter, chatter: days of miracles is past; no such thing as Divine healing; no such thing as the Holy Ghost." He got tired of listening at it, so he just set his wings and moved away. Oh, my, just set your... That's it, friends, just set your wings in faith.

L-96 In the north woods I used to hunt with a boy, about half Indian. His name is Burt Caul. He was one of the finest hunters I ever hunt with. You never had to worry about Burt. Anywhere in the woods, you didn't have to worry about him. He'd come in. Let him alone.
And we used to love to hunt together. But he was the meanest man I ever seen. He had eyes like a lizard. And he used to laugh at me being a preacher. And he was a fine fellow, but he just--he's just had... He was just mean. And he used to love to shoot fawns just to make me feel bad.
Now, remember, it's all right to shoot a fawn. That's all right, but not just to be mean, just to shoot it, and let it lay there, and laugh about it. That's wrong. That's murder.

L-97 And so he used to say, "Aw, preacher, you're like the rest of them: chicken-hearted. You'd be a good hunter if it wasn't you was so chicken-hearted."
I said, "Burt."
He said, "Oh, I thought you was a hunter."
I said, "I am a hunter, but not a killer. See? There's a lot of difference in that word."
He said, "Aw, get next to yourself, Billy. Get next to yourself. Now, you wouldn't shoot a fawn?"
I said, "I've shot a many fawn." I said, "God... Abraham killed a calf and fed it to God, and He eat it. That's right. So there's no harm killing a fawn if the law says you can have it, it's all right, but don't do it just to be mean, just to show-off. So he did that just to show-off.


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