<TITLE>11. Par 36-38</TITLE>L-36 And there was an old fisherman. And he was up on the river, one day, with this old fisherman, fishing, and there come up a storm. As many of you, I guess, are from the east and know how the... washes off the leaves. And he was coming down the river. And the little boy was setting in the back of the boat. And the sun was setting to the west, and a rainbow come across the river like that. And the old fisherman, oaring... And the waters had quietened from the storm, and everything was fresh, and the smell of the blossoms. And as he paddled, over his gray beard big silver tears begin to flow down his beard, as he looked.
And the little boy looked around to see what he was looking at. He looked at the old fisherman. And he run up from the stern of the boat, up to the center of the boat, and he set down by the old fisherman's knees, and he said, "Sir, I want to ask you something. My mother's not able to answer me, my Sunday school teacher, nor my pastor." Said, "Is... God, being so great, could any man see Him?"
And the old fisherman pulled the oars into his lap, put the little boy's head over against his shoulder, said, "God bless your little heart, honey. All I've seen for the past forty years has been God." See? He was just... You have to have God in here to see Him out there (See?), God on the inside looking through your eyes.

L-37 I'm looking across the street to a tree. I'm thinking now, when I come through the Mohave desert, or the desert coming down here, everything seemed to be so dead. And just as I got there close to the Colorado River, there was one little green bush. It was so conspicuous. I thought, "Where is it getting its life from?" See, it had life. It was a living. God is in life. He's... Everything that's alive has God in it.
Job said one day, "If a tree dies, it'll live again. But man layeth down; he giveth up the ghost, he--and where is he? His sons come to mourn and pay him honor, but he perceive it not. Oh, that Thou would hide me in the grave, and keep me in the secret place till Thy wrath be passed."
And he--he seen; he noticed God in His nature, in life: how a little flower comes up, and stands there. And after while... It's pretty, and there's some young ones in the bed of the--of the flowers, and some middle-aged, and some old ones. But when the frost comes and strikes them, it kills them all. And the little flower drops its little petals off. And out of that flower bud, there's a little black seed, little, teeny, fellow falls out.
And as strange as it seems... But yet, God has a funeral procession for that flower. Did you know that? The fall rains come, and it cries great big tears down of water. And He buries that little seed down in the ground. Along comes the winter freeze, and freeze it, bursts; the pulp runs out of it. Every natural thing that you could look at is gone.

L-38 A scientist could take a handful of that dirt, and take it down to the laboratory, and examine it back and forth. And you cannot find that germ of life. It's not there. The--the potash, and calcium, and petroleum, and moisture, everything that's in it has returned back into the dust. But somewhere hid in there is a germ of life. And just as sure as the sun rises again in the springtime, it'll live again. God has provided a way for it.
You take and put concrete down through your yard in the wintertime, lay stones. Where is your greatest grass bed? Is right around the edge of your walk. Why? It's those seeds that was covered up. And when that sun begins to shine upon that botany life, that little seed of life will wind its way around all that concrete, over every rock, down under every stick, and come around till it sticks its little head up outside, and praises the God of life. You just can't hide life. That's what we're here for, brethren, to bring life.


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