Saturday, October 26, 2013

She screamed, "Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today, and forever."That little eagle said, "That sounds right."

I heard a story one time, that there was a farmer, that was going to set a hen. Now, I guess all you people know what it takes to make it setting a eggs. And he lacked one egg in having enough. And he put an eagle's egg under the hen. That's about the way it averages, one to a setting.But, however, when this little fellow was hatched out, he was a stranger in a strange land. That's the way when some of these places hatch out a eagle once in awhile. He didn't know what to do. He didn't--couldn't understand their language. The hen would get out there and scratch in the barnyard, holler, "Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck. The days of miracles are past. There's no such a thing as Divine healing. All that Holy Ghost stuff is fanaticism."
He couldn't understand that. He's kinda by himself. And he looked around, thought, "Is this where I belong? Now, I don't look up that way, because that was one time, but we're down here now. See?" But he couldn't understand that. He looked up and it looked pretty good to him. Why? It was his nature. He was an eagle to begin with. He wasn't at home. Did you ever see any of them like that? I was one of them.

So then, the first thing you know, the clucking of the hen, he couldn't understand it. The chickens, their diet and the way they'd eat. Why, he couldn't understand that. It'd turn his little stomach to see the way they eat. Sometime it does, a real Christian in an old formal church. The diet, bunco games, card parties, soup suppers for to the preacher, God don't endorse that.So then the first thing you know, one day while he was out there running along by himself looking around, his little wings folded, didn't know what to do. And all the little chicken was eating away on their diet. He couldn't understand it. But there come an old mother eagle through the sky hunting for him. She flew over.
I'm so glad that He found me one day too. I never found Him; He found me. I knowed there was something somewhere. There was something in my heart when they told me that visions and things is of the devil, that Divine healing, that was just mental conditions. There was something down in there told me different. I knowed that was wrong.

The old mother eagle flow by, and she looked down, and she saw her child. And she screamed. And when she screamed, he understood that language. She screamed, "Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today, and forever."That little eagle said, "That sounds right."
She come back cross again; she said, "Son, you're not a chicken; you're mine." I'm so glad. Hallelujah! "You're my child. You don't belong among them chickens." She looks again, could I be mistaken? I'll test him. God always tests His children by the Word. And she screams back, and she said, "If you are an eagle and you believe..."
"How do I get out of here, mama?"
"Only thing you do is just jump, and start flapping your little wings; they'll pack you. Jump, run towards the altar and flap that little faith you got a little bit. See what I'll do for you. If you're sickly in there dying, just make a run towards Calvary. Use that faith you got. Watch what happens?"

He made a jump (See?), because he was a eagle. Now, if he'd been a chicken, he'd said, "You never get me hooked up in that bunch of holy-rollers. You'll never get me in that fanaticism. Oh, no." But he was a eagle, and he minded the Word.Any man that's a Christian, when the Bible says anything, he will say, "Amen" to It, 'cause the Holy Ghost had give him birth is the One that wrote the Word.
He begin the flop his little flappers, and he jumped up as hard as he could. He didn't care whether it looked like holy-roller to them chickens or not. He's obeying the word that was told him. And he jumped, and he started flapping his little wings. And he got his feet off the ground: felt pretty good. Then he lit right on a barnyard post, right in the middle of a pentecostal organization, who fences all the chicken in, and says, "Don't associate with that bunch." We got them.

And his mother come back. She said, "Son, you'll have to jump higher than that, or I'll never get you."That's the way it is, brother. You've got to jump into the arms of God. You've got to get off your feet. You've got to get off of the denominational porch. You've got to pull your arms out to every man and woman that professes Jesus Christ to be the Son of God. Certainly, love them; break down your barriers; don't fence them in. Eagles can fly a fence.
She caught him. Oh, how good it was take--take the first solo flight up into the air, because he was an eagle.

No doubt but what there's eagle here tonight that's never took your first solo flight. You don't what it is to be filled with the Holy Spirit. Maybe you don't know what it is to have the joybells of God ringing in your heart. Maybe you'd look and see the power of God moving, like a blind man standing here last night to receive his sight; see the Angel of the Lord promised through the Bible, as we've been preaching this week, showing that He would do the same things just before the Lord Jesus came, that He did in the days of Sodom. How that a Man came, a human, looked like, dressed like a man, dust on His clothes; said He was a Stranger, set down with Abraham, the elected Church. Why, there was a modern Billy Graham and so forth, and Jack Schuller, went down and blinded the people about preaching the Gospel in Sodom, to the lukewarm church to call them out.But an Angel come to the elected, and stay there with Abraham and his group. Watch what He did. He said, "Abraham, where is your wife, Sarah?" How'd He know he had a wife? How'd He know her name was Sarah?
Said, "She's in the tent behind You."
And Sarah, in the tent, laughed within herself. And the Angel said, "Why did Sarah laugh?"
A eagle will catch that right quick. A eagle will know that we're at the last day. Jesus said, "As it was back there at Sodom and Gomorrah, so shall it be in the coming of the Son of man."

WMB ~  As the eagle stirreth up her nest - 59-0815

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