But this hawk has long lost its identification, because it doesn't no more sail through the air and hunt its meat like it's supposed to. But it sits on the telephone wires and acts like a scavenger. He—he hunts for dead rabbits that the cars has killed, and him and the vultures get out there and eat together. He hops like a vulture, instead of walking like he should walk. He has lost his identification.
And I say this with all godly love and respect, the church has long lost her identification as a sister eagle. She sits around. Instead of digging into the Word and find whether these things are right, she waits for a bunch of Sunday school literature that's been made up by a bunch of intellectuals somewhere, some dead rabbit that's been killed somewhere else. Hops like a vulture! God help us to fly away from that.
These promises are true. Not what somebody said about It, but what God said about them! They are true. I'm so glad to be associated with eagles.