<TITLE>19. Par 95-99</TITLE>L-95 Reminds me. One day they in a--a yard, they said they had a duck was following some chickens. And the--the duck, you know, was a funny little fellow to them chickens. He kind of top-heavy, you know, and big bill, you know. But that, being he was top-heavy, he--had that bill there for some purpose. And that's the way I guess sometimes the Christian seems to be a little bit, get a little fanatically, but--but that's there for a purpose. See? So he... It did look funny as long as he was running around with the chickens, and he could... Turkeys and things, they--they--they had the little bitty short bill, and they, and while the things they did, and they wasn't built like that duck. One day the mother let him, the bunch of chickens and him out behind. He was always way in the back, you know, kinda... He didn't even talk like them. His language was different. They couldn't understand one another.

L-96 That's the way with the Christian when he's born again. See? He come out of a different egg; that's all. See? Maybe he's got... I believe there's many of them out here in these denomination churches that's genuine ducks, but they got a hen leader. That's right. So they just don't get it. That sounds rude. Don't mean it that way, but I'm trying to make a point.
One day she let him out a little too far behind the barn. There was some water running down behind the barn, a spring going out, creek. And he was going along there wondering what it's all about, you know, following the hen along. And, why, he didn't even like the diet they were eating: didn't look right to him. These old things that they do, it didn't seem right. So after while he happened to catch a breath. "That smelled just right. Where did that come from?" Oh, that little breath of heaven, hm. Catch that little breath of something that's refreshening, a sermon that appeals to you, that strikes down in, you feel the Word anchor Itself: hm, heavenly sunshine. He thought, "Oh, there's somehow another that breath that I got fits my nature." He breathed it again. "It's somewhere. Now, you can't tell me; it's somewhere. I know there's something somewhere that I belong to," not to this creed. See? You know what I mean? He smelled water, and his nature was a duck, so a duck and the water just goes together. That's the way a believer and God goes together. Directly he got another big whiff of it; it come more strong. After while the wind begin to blow (Like the rushing, mighty Wind, you know.); it begin to blow the breeze right off the water to him. He couldn't stand it no longer. Down over the hill he went, wobble, wobble, wobble, wobble, just, you know, going, "Honk-honk, honk-honk, honk-honk," that little bill sticking up in the air, you know. He smelt water.
The old hen said, "You fanatic, get back here." No good at all; he done smelt water. He was on his road to the water.

L-99 "There is a fountain filled with Blood, drawn from Immanuel's veins, where sinners plunged beneath the flood and lose all their guilty stain." A real Christian wants nothing to do with the world. They don't want to live around here haphazardly and wondering where they're at, and today they're Methodist, and tomorrow they're Baptist, and Presbyterian, and Pentecostals, and so forth. Oh, brother, that's miserable. A real Christian wants to get the freshness of the Spirit, the freshness of God in his life, something that makes him a new creation. As soon as he can get the outlet, he'll drive over snowy grounds or anything else to get to it. Away he'll go, because he's a duck to begin with. Yeah. Not a creed, no, no, no, no...


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