Come up here where I am

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I believe I’ve told the little story here, about the man setting a hen and had an eagle egg under it. And when that eagle hatched out, he was the funniest-looking bird that them chickens ever seen. But, he walked around. He was the—he was the ugly one among them, because he just couldn’t understand how that hen will cluck and scratch on that manure pile and eat. He couldn’t get the idea. She would say, “Come on over and feast, honey!” But he—he was a eagle; he just didn’t eat like that. It wasn’t his food.

82 So she would catch grasshoppers and what-more, you know, and call the little chickens. And all them little chickens would go along, cluck along, and eat. But the little eagle just couldn’t do it. It didn’t—didn’t look right to him.

So one day his mammy come hunting him.

83 And he would hear that hen cluck. He would try his best to cluck, but he couldn’t do it. He tried to cheep like a chicken, but he couldn’t do it. See, he was a eagle. He, to start with, he was a eagle. He was just hatched under a hen.

That’s like some church members. Every…That’s about the way it is; about one out of a setting, is right.

84 But one day his mammy flew over, and she screamed. He recognized it. That sounded right. Why? He was a eagle, to begin with.

That’s the way it is with the Gospel, or the Word, or the Power of Jesus Christ. When a man has been predestinated to Eternal Life, he hears that true ring, scream of God, nothing can keep him from It.

The church might say, “Days of miracles is past,” cluck, cluck, cluck. “Stand here and eat this, and stand here and eat that.”

85 That barnyard stuff won’t do for him, anymore. He is gone! “All things are possible!” He gets off the ground.

That’s why, the matter with so many Christians today, they can’t get their feet off the ground.

The old mammy said, “Son, jump! You’re an eagle. Come up here where I am.”

He said, “Mom, I never jumped, in my life.”

86 She said, “Well, you jump! You’re a eagle, to begin with. You’re not a chicken.” So he made his first jump and flopped his wings; didn’t do too good, but he got off the ground.

That’s the way we do. We accept God by faith, by the written Word. There is something in there; it’s that Eternal Life. You were predestinated to it.

87 His grandpa and grandma were eagles. He was a eagle, all the way back. Eagle don’t mix with other things. He is not a hybrid at all, he is a eagle.

88 Then, after you recognized the very Word of God was Eagle Food, then you left the other thing. You have then been formed into the living image of the living God. You heard from your theophany. “If this earthly body be dissolved, we have one waiting.”

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So whatever you do, you lay aside everything else

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104 THUS SAITH THE LORD, it’ll take perfect love to put you in that place, for that’s all there was there. No matter what money, how much religious demonstrations, how many good deeds you done or whatever you done, that won’t count nothing on that day. It’ll take perfect love. So whatever you do, you lay aside everything else until you are just so filled with the love of God till you can love those who hate you.

105 I’m just, as I said this morning, I was made, my whole make-up is grace. A lot of people say, “Now, you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. Yeah, you do something for me and I’ll do something for you.” That’s not grace. Grace is, if your back is itching, I’ll scratch it anyhow, whether you scratch mine or not; you can slap me on the face, and say “my back needs itchi-…, or, needs scratching,” I’ll scratch it. See? That’s it, do something. I don’t believe in works. I believe that works is love. Works is—works is the manifestation that grace has taken place. I don’t live true to my wife because I believe she’d divorce me if I didn’t, I live true to her because I love her.

106 I don’t preach the Gospel because I think I’d go to hell if I didn’t, I preach the Gospel because I love Him. Certainly.

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