<TITLE>02. Par 8-17</TITLE>L-8 If you go back and look somewhere here, if it didn't get destroyed during the time of the flood, there is a letter to that effect that I had, first called in the ministry, I started to leave. And Brother George DeArk and I...
And Brother Graham Snelling's mother, Brother Hawkins who runs the filling station in New Albany, and many of the people, met me outside a little prayer meeting place over here, and even said, if I would stay, they'd allowance their children at the table, to--to build a Tabernacle, so they wouldn't have to be carried about from place to place.

L-10 When I heard that little mother with one baby holding to her hand and the other one on her arm, say that she would be willing to allowance her children at the table, to in order to build a place where they could stay and worship, it was a little too for me to stand. So Brother George and I got together and decided we would stay and build the Tabernacle.
And when the Tabernacle was built, it always seemingly... The morning that I dedicated the Tabernacle, a vision came, which is written and in the cornerstone there, when the Holy Spirit said to me, "This is not your Tabernacle." See? And I asked where my Tabernacle was, and He set me down under the bright blue skies. And then He said, "Do the work of an evangelist," and so forth, as you know. It's written even in the books.

L-12 All those things put together. And one day when I was mowing the yard up there to where Brother Wood lives now, and my mother-in-law lived there at the time; I set on the back step, a little old concrete step, that I had built this little place there for my mother-in-law. And she was kind of janitor of the church at that time, taking care of it. And just as clear as anyone could speak, a Voice spoke to me, said, "I can never bless you as long as you stay here. You've got to separate yourself from your people and this place." Well, I... that just tore me to pieces for about a week or more.

L-13 Constantly, all the time, Something has warned me, "Go away; go away. Move westward. Keep going west." Well, I... It's always bothered me. And looks like every time...
Now, I had made it clearly in my mind that this week I was flying to Tucson, where I was to rent a place to be there this winter, to put the children in school, starting in September. I had the place. There's even a place give to me there. But there's something that... And--and if I'm gone away...

L-15 Another thing I'd like to say. Just before we built this house up here, the parsonage, where it is now, I did not want to build there. My wife's mother was old. And she even wept about it; she said, "I just can't leave mom here, with knowing she's old, and she might not be taken care of." Well, I understood that. I understand. That's her mother, and the only mother she ever had, or ever will have. So I understood that. So I--I prayed to the Lord; I said, "Lord, being that I do not like the place," I said, "make me satisfied. I'll go anywhere You want me to go, from anywhere. But I don't want to grieve my wife, to take her away from here, into a strange country where she knows no one. And then I'm gone all the time anyhow. Just make me satisfied to be here with her."
And now, when her mother has been taken, and she's gone on to glory, then here comes the urge again (See?), now to move on. I don't know what to do.

L-17 And then the other day when this doctrine that the brethren had started around, I stood from the pulpit the last time I was here and told you that I would not be on the field as long as that was going. So the brethren graciously straightened all that up. It's all cleared up. Within twenty-four hours, it was all over.
Now, that opens the field again to me. I don't know what to do. I don't know which way to turn. I've asked the Lord for a vision. I've asked Him to tell me what to do. But He just lets me set.


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