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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo Courtesy of Jordan Peterson and Pearry Green. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And one morning the Lord said, &amp;quot;Go up in the top of Sabino Canyon.&amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And I was up there holding up my hands, praying. I felt something strike my hand. It was a sword. Now, you can just imagine how you&amp;#039;d feel, standing there by yourself and here&amp;#039;s a knife in your hand about that long. I pulled it down and looked at it. It was just a knife, one of them... And I&amp;#039;m scared of a knife, anyhow. And it had a--it had a--a metal, something like one of these knives, like pot metal or something, real sharp and narrow. Had a sheath around it here, where the dueler&amp;#039;s used to, to keep from cutting one another&amp;#039;s hands, and--and it had a pearl in the handle here, just fit my hand exactly. Well, I rubbed my face and looked back. (Right on that same spot, the other day, I saw a little white dove come down. I&amp;#039;ll tell you about that later on.)&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And I was holding that in my hand; I thought, &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s strange. Now, Lord, I--am I losing my mind? There&amp;#039;s no one here. I&amp;#039;m miles from anybody, and here is a sword. I had my hands up, and where did it come from?&amp;quot; And I thought, &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s the strangest thing. Now, looky here; it&amp;#039;s a sword; see, hit it, and it was a sword.&amp;quot; And I said, &amp;quot;There&amp;#039;s nobody here standing here. I&amp;#039;m up on top of these rocks, plumb on top of the mountain.&amp;quot; And you couldn&amp;#039;t even see Tucson from there, it was so far down.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;I thought, &amp;quot;Now, that&amp;#039;s a strange thing. Now, it&amp;#039;s got to be in this vicinity somewhere, somebody that could create and make a sword and put it in my hand.&amp;quot; And I said, &amp;quot;It could only be the very God that created a ram for Abraham, could create those squirrels&amp;quot; that you&amp;#039;ve heard. And I said, &amp;quot;Here is the material, three different kinds of material in it, and I&amp;#039;m holding it in my hand just as real as anything else I could hold in my hand.&amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And I heard a Voice, said, &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s the King&amp;#039;s Sword.&amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And I thought, &amp;quot;Now, where did that come from? Was right along there in them rocks somewhere.&amp;quot; And I held up my hand like that; I said, &amp;quot;A king&amp;#039;s sword.&amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;And I looked around, and the sword was gone. And I said, &amp;quot;A king&amp;#039;s sword.&amp;quot; That&amp;#039;s to... They knight with--with a sword; I think that&amp;#039;s right, the army or some way; they knight with it. You know, and I said, &amp;quot;Well, that&amp;#039;s what that was probably for. It means that maybe I&amp;#039;m to lay hands upon ministers, or something like that to make them ministers.&amp;quot; And then I...&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;A Voice spoke back again, said, &amp;quot;THE King&amp;#039;s Sword,&amp;quot; not a king, THE King&amp;#039;s Sword. See?&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
:Sermon: Trying to do God a service, Shreveport, LA, November 27, 1965&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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