<TITLE>08. Par 29-32</TITLE>L-29 Let's drop down to something else. Let's watch the flowers, how they live, die, raise again. How that you could take your grass in the wintertime, and pour a slab of concrete across it. Where is the most grass the next summer? Right around the edge of the walk. Why is it? It's that life that's--you hid under that concrete. But when that botany-controller sun, s-u-n, begins to shine, you can't hide that life. It'll come right out, and weave its way out, and stick its head right up to the glory of God. Is that right?
You can't hide life. No matter... You can bury you in the sea, you can... Wherever you are, you're going to answer anyhow. When the S-o-n comes, the Son of God, all Eternal Life is going to rise with Him, 'cause He has Eternal Life, and gives it to those who He will.

L-30 And now, notice how God lives in the flower, how He lives in the leaves on the tree; how they'll drop off, go down, the sap will, into the roots, some intelligence controlling it; going down in the roots to hide through the winter, come back again in the spring, bringing forth fruit, and so forth. How does it do it? Beyond my knowing. What... There's got to be an Intelligence somewhere that controls it. It can't do it itself.
There's nothing will say to that peach tree out there, that pear tree, "Say, it's coming on wintertime, around about the middle of August, all you leaves, get off of there right quick. Life, jump down in the roots and hide. If you don't, you'll die." It don't know it to do it itself. It's some Intelligence controls it, the highest Intelligence that there is: God.
Well, if God can tell a leaf, the life of that leaf to leave it and go down there and stay; or life to come out of the upper part of the tree and go into the roots; can't He reveal the secrets of the hearts of the people to His servant? The intelligence of God? Why, the whole thing is made up of intelligence. God is the super intelligence.
Look at the ducks, the--the animals, how they're all controlled by God.

L-31 Recently my son and I were in Bombay to a meeting. When we got there, I was reading the newspaper. It's a bilingual country, and so it had it in English. And it said, "I guess the earthquakes are over."
A few days before that... You know, India is not like our country. We have fine woven fences. They pick up rocks and make their fences, and they build their towers and so forth. It's very hot, close to the zones there, you know, and the equator. So the--the sheep and the cattle in the afternoon, come and stand around these walls, and they get in the--the shade. And the little birds build their nests in the walls.

L-32 And one day something happened. All the little birds took off (No one knowed why.) got away from them walls: went out, didn't know where they went, set in the trees somewhere. They wouldn't come back to their nests, and the cattle wouldn't come in.
Everyone said, "What's the matter, them cattle, them sheep, standing out there, leaning against one another in that hot sun, way out in the middle of the field. They wouldn't come in. They wondered why.
And the next day, it did the same thing. And the third day they did the same thing. Then a earthquake shook the place into pieces. The walls fell. If the cattle and sheep had been standing under there, they'd have died. The little birds would been crushed. The next day nothing happened, and then on the fifth day, then the little birds and things begin to come back again. The earthquake was over.


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