<TITLE>12. Par 43-45</TITLE>L-43 I was standing there, and all at once a little old pine squirrel... How many of you Oregon people know what they are? He's the blue coat policeman of the woods, but all noise and no squirrel. He jumped up on there and went, "Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter. Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter."
And I thought, "What's the matter with you, little fellow? I'm not going to hurt you." So then the rainbow, I looked at it again, and I said, "Glory to God," and around and around the tree I went just as hard as I could go, shouting. And he just looked at me, and just "Chatter, chatter, chatter."
I thought. "Did I excite you? I'm worshipping your Creator. You don't like that? Let me show you how it's done again," and around the tree I went again. If... They'd have thought they had somebody out there was out of the insane institution, I guess, if somebody was... I didn't care. I was worshipping God. I saw Him, I heard Him everywhere. You can see Him if you'll just look around. He's real.
And I was around and around that tree as hard as I could go, and praising God, and throwing up my hands, and hollering, "Hallelujah." Stomping the ground around and around the tree I went again, like an insane person, but I was having a--letting off a lot of steam. I was having a good time.
I thought, "Oh, it's good to be here. 'Let's build three tabernacles.' Let's just stay up here, a wonderful place to be in the Presence of God, in His universe." Watch Him in His universe, His sunset, His rainbow, the call of the elk. Here, everywhere, there's God.

L-44 And I thought, "You little snicklefritz, why did you interrupt me from worshipping my God?" I seen him setting on this stump, or the place where the tree had blowed down, going, "Chatter, chatter, chatter," little tail drawed up under him like that. "Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter."
I thought, "What's the matter with you? You--you think I'm acting funny?" But I noticed him. He was cocking his little head down, his eyes bugged out, looking down in that brush.
He wasn't hollering at me at all. The wind had blowed an eagle down in there, one of them big old brown eagles in Colorado. And he was... That eagle would pick him up you know, so he--he was afraid of that eagle. He wasn't paying no attention to me, but he was afraid of that eagle.
That big eagle jumped up there, and I thought, "My. Now, I see You out there, God. I see You, hear You down there, hear You in the call, see You all around everywhere, see You in the sky, see You in the rainbow, see You everywhere. But now, wonder if you could be in that eagle. Why did he interrupt my worship for?"

L-45 And I watched that eagle for a little bit. I thought... Now, I seen his big, gray eyes looking at me, and he'd look over at that little old pine squirrel, then look at me.
I admired him because he was brave. He wasn't afraid. I hate a coward. I hate somebody to--not hate the person, but the attitude that they can stand in church and shout like the rest of them and go outside. And when the real showdown comes, you're ashamed to say you're a Pentecostal; you're ashamed to admit you got healed by Divine healing. Oh.
God can't use something like that. He wants soldiers. He wants somebody that can say like Paul, "In the way that's called heresy, that's the way I worship the God of our fathers." He wants soldiers, backbone, not wishbone. He wants somebody that's got spunk enough and spirit enough to stand up.


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