I know people that’s got D.D.’s, and D.D.’s and everything else, and know no more about God than a rabbit could know how to put on snowshoes. I ain’t saying that for a joke either. But that’s right. Don’t know no more about God, than a Hottentot knows about Egyptian night. But they don’t know God. The only thing they know to say, “Well, we studied it out this way.” This Greek word means that. You have to know the translator, that’s the only thing. I take it for what it says right there. I believe it. That’s the way it’s written; that’s the way it’s in my heart. That’s the way I believe it and that’s the way God reveals it back, and the results it produces…It’s a faith. It ain’t how many Greek words you know, how much scholars you are, it isn’t a scholarship you got. God’s isn’t known by genealogy. God is knowed by kneeing-ology. That’s right.

Thou Knowest All Things, 1952-07-16, Hammond, IN, §35