You can't take this brand new, heaven-born, Pentecostal wine and mix it up with them old time creed of some sort, some old set-in-the-way, dyed-in-the-wool. Why, if you do, you go to preaching about the baptism of the Holy Spirit, Divine healing, and signs and wonders, that old skin will try to stretch and it'll blow: "The days of miracles is past. I can't stand it no more. I can't even stand through this sermon."