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¶49–¶53 They had a bad case of it. After God had been good to them, and brought them up from all the heathen lands, and made them a separated people, separated them to Hisself. He said, “He took a vine out of another country and planted it over in another country, and how He fixed it around to make it grow fruit and be fruitful, but the vine forgot where its blessings come from.” So has God’s people, in these last days, has forgotten what the testimony of being a Christian means. It’s again, this amnesia has become upon the people. They can’t identify themselves. They, they forgot all about It. They had forgot His holiness. They had forgot His law. The women were living like the rest of the women. God’s Church and His people has always been, “A separated people, a—a called out people, a peculiar people, a holy nation, a royal priesthood; offering spiritual sacrifices to God, the fruits of their lips, giving praise to His Name.” God called His Church and separated It from the world, for that very purpose. And He give it a law, and He, It, must be holy. He said, “I am holy, and you must be holy, and without holiness no man shall see the Lord.” God said that, Himself. And He had called this people to be this type of people, but they had forgotten about it. They had forgotten His laws, and they had forgotten their morals. The women out in the street, Israelite women out there, each one expecting to—to be conceived by the Holy Spirit, to bring forth the Messiah, and then acting like that. Their character was terrible.
¶60–¶64 He said, “Well, what’s the difference of that slave?” Said, “Is that slave the boss over the rest of them?” He said, “No, he’s just a slave.” He said, “Well, maybe you feed him different.” He said, “No, he eats in the galley with the rest of the slaves.” He said, “Well, what makes him so different from the rest of the slaves?” He said, “Well, this I wondered, too, for a long time. But one day I learned, that, over in the homeland where he come from, his father is the king of the whole tribe. And though he be an alien, and away from home, yet he knows he’s the son of a king, and he—he conducts himself like the son of a king.” I thought, “But, that, if a Negro coming from Africa, and knowed that his father was a tribesman and a king over a tribe, what ought it to do to a Christian that’s born again, a man or a woman, that our Father is the King of Heaven in Glory!” We should conduct ourselves as Christian men and women. We should act like it, dress like it, talk like it, live like it. Though we be an alien, yet we are children of the King. Amen. Our character, our demoralization in the days that we’re living in now! Israel had dropped into that same rut and was also immoral. They had forgot the laws of God, “Thou shalt not commit adultery, and thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife,” and so forth. They had forgotten those laws. They—they—they didn’t want it any more. And they—they wanted to—to be like the rest of the world, just like the church has got today.
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¶11–¶12 He said, “Rev. Brother Branham, this…You don’t know what this is.” I said, “It don’t makes any difference, sir. I don’t take people’s money.” I come into this world poor. I’ll go out poor. How could I be rich and the people setting here…Not long ago they were going to give me a big Cadillac. My little, old Chevrolet truck out there was just about backslid so I…That’s a big word for a Baptist, isn’t it? Backsliding, but you can do it. So it was…He said, “Are you…Is that—what you’re riding?” I said, “Yes, sir. It’s a dandy.” And he said, “Well,” he said, “I tell you, Brother Branham,” said, “We give Avak a Cadillac,” said, “we’ll just give you a new one to ride home in.” I said, “I—I appreciate it, brother.” I said, “I—I appreciate it with all my heart,” but I said, “I—I couldn’t ride in a Cadillac.” I said, “I appreciate anybody can ride in one,” but I said, “I couldn’t do it.” What if I’d be going down through Arkansas now (See?), where all them poor little cotton pickers out there and them little mammies out there in the field with a cotton sack on her back about fifty or a hundred pounds of cotton dragging of a morning, her poor, little, old hand stuck up with cotton burrs like that, eating fat bacon and some corn bread for breakfast and there—there’s Brother Branham going down through there with a big Cadillac? Not me. No, sir. No, sir. That don’t run in my blood. If I got what I deserved, I’d be walking, riding a bicycle or something. Yes, sir. I mean that from my heart, and I’d rather have favor with God than to have the best beautiful home you got in Chicago and be out of commission of God. My main thing is to be in favor with God.
¶65–¶67 First think you know these people set around there, and most of the members…I’m—I’m preaching…Listen, brother, I got to answer before God someday. That’s right. Not long ago, you holiness people, how you used to do your… take your women out here, how they would dress. Here not long ago a fellow. I had a man driving a truck. He smoked cigarettes, and a man said to me, said, “Well, you can’t have that around us holiness people.” I said, “The man’s a good man. He don’t claim to be a Christian, and I’m just letting him drive one of them trucks out there.” Said, “Well, brother, you can’t do that.” Said, “That man smokes cigarettes.” And the very same day in California, in my meeting, they brought a…He says, “I want you to meet our District Presbyter.” I said, “How do you do, sir. I’m glad to meet you, brother.” He said, “Here’s my wife. I want you to meet…” And brother…Now, women, don’t let this hurt you. See? But she was painted like I don’t know what, two big earrings hanging way down like, like the devil was using her neck for a saddle and them for stirrups and setting up there with her clothes on that looked like everything. And I said, “Do you mean that’s that preacher’s wife?” He said, “Yes.” And I said, “Is—is she a saint?” Said, “Yes.” I said, “She looks like a haint to me, instead of a saint,” setting there like that. It’s a shame. You’ve let down the bars, brother and sister. That’s exactly what you got. You got starch in the church. You ought to come back to the old fashion Gospel again that cleans men up. Amen. Here’s a little one for you. Let me tell you, sisters, and I’ve always had my opinion of women that…Today I see where that ninety-eight percent, medical claims, of cancer of the throat and lungs comes from cigarette smokers, and women smoke cigarettes. There’s more men has lung cancer and throat cancer, but the women’s begin to get it now, ’cause it takes about twenty years for it to develop.
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¶39b–¶41 And you preacher, you ain’t got no…” Yes, but if you’re a lamb, you’ll forfeit it. The Bible said, “Let the women dress in modest apparel as may become holiness.” That’s right. Well, you say, “If I don’t cut my hair, it gives me a headache.” Get it all off then; that’s what the Bible said; shave it. You wouldn’t have a headache much more if that was it. That’s true. Well, you say, “You’re a burning the women up.” Yeah, and I’m going to tell you men something too. Any man that’ll let his wife act like that, and smoke cigarettes, and act the way she does, that shows what you’re made out of. That’s a very little thing for a man. That’s…God gave you the rulership over her and what are you doing? She’s ruling you, and that shows what you’re made out of. That’s right. True. Oh, brother, no wonder the holiness church is gone to the dogs. That’s right. Now, if you seen a pig out rooting in manure pile, you wouldn’t think nothing, because he’s a pig. But I’ll tell you one thing; you’ll never find a lamb coming over and eating with him. That’s right. That’s right. And you people, you know that’s true. And you find a man that calls hisself a Christian, out indulging in the things of the world, telling old dirty jokes, and listening to Arthur Godfrey, and them kind of dirty things on the radio, and tell me you’re a Christian? You act like a pig in the stead of a lamb. That’s right. Come into your house and on the wall’s old pinup, dirty pictures, in your office boogie-woogie music going on, and tell me you’re a Christian? That shows what’s on the inside of you. Yes, sir. Then you wonder why we haven’t got the victory. That’s right.
¶42–¶43 Here the other night I went to a Pentecostal meeting, and the women out on the platform with earrings, looked like the devil had done put a saddle on them and used them for a stirrup, hanging up and down the place, and dancing, their little old dress on that looked like she’d been poured in there, so tight the skin was on the outside; and you mean to tell me that’s Christianity? Not according to the Bible it isn’t. That’s right. Now, you know that’s right. That’s exactly right. Something’s happened. Here not long ago, a man come to me…I had a man to drive a truck over here, right to California too. And I hope that person’s setting here again. I really…Not to be smart…If I do, if I say it that way, I ought to be down here repenting. But I’m only saying it so that you can see what God’s Word says about it. I hired an old sinner to bring my truck over here with some books and things in it, and the man happened to find him out there behind the truck smoking a cigarette. He said, “Brother Branham, do you know that that man smoked a cigarette?” I said, “He’s a sinner. I had to pick him up just in a few minutes to drive it over here.” He said, “Well, I’ll tell you, don’t you never do that again. Our people are holiness people.” I said, “I know it, brother.” And I said, “I’m going to get rid of him right now, just as soon as I get somebody to take the truck for me.” He said, “Well, don’t you never do that again.” I said, “I know it.” But I knowed right then he was gagging at a gnat and swallowing a camel. That’s right.
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¶19c–¶23 Bring them in, bring them in, Bring the little ones to Jesus. I don’t know better hands to put them in. Do you? The hands of the Lord Jesus! Now, I know it’s hot out there. I want to say to the janitor, my brother, Doc, or other, them takes care of it. Some of the sisters are ruining their skirts on the—on the grease that’s on the chair. How many got some of it on them? I know, there’s my wife, my two daughters, little Betty Collins, Mrs. Beeler, some of them. It’s something, grease on there. If you take a look at it, Doc, when you can. It’s, I believe, it’s where they…It’s grease or paint, or something, right where they work up and down, the seats. And it isn’t? [Brother Edgar “Doc” Branham says, “There’s no grease on them, to get it off from.”—Ed.] Well, I—I don’t know what it is, then. Something I just…Is mentioned to me, and I said I’ll mention it to—to Doc. All right. Now, Wednesday night prayer meeting. Is any other? You’ve announced? You got your announcements in, Brother Neville? Announcements all in. Now, if the Lord willing, next Sunday morning, I want to speak on the subject of indicting this generation for crucifying Christ. You say, “This generation couldn’t have done it.” We’ll find out whether they did, or not, according to the Word. Now, next Sunday morning, if the Lord is willing. If, now, if—if—if something occurs… I’m supposed to be in Houston this week, also, in a convention, that take me through Sunday, so I don’t know whether I’ll be able or not. But we got a couple more Sundays to play on, before it, anyhow. Then we go to Chicago for the convention, or meeting in Chicago, the last week in this month. And then I have to take the family back to Arizona, for—for their vacation is over and the kiddies has to go back to school.
¶230–¶232 Look at their congregation of bobbed-haired women, and they know the Bible condemns it. Look going down the street, at their own church members going down the street, with shorts on, and they know the Word is against it. But they haven’t got the nerve to call out against it. But, yet, the man professing to be a Christian, his soul within him cries out against it, but he hasn’t got the nerve. If that ain’t modern Sodom, where is it at? God, give us somebody that’ll cry out against it. That’s right. Like John the Baptist said, “The ax is laid to the root of the tree.” That’s what we need today. Watch. They’re a modern Sodom. Remember. See? The whole land has become a modern Sodom and Gomorrah. Lot again living on over. No…Living it all over, for his honest convictions tells him by the Word that he’s wrong. Look in Chicago, greater Chicago, when them three hundred preachers setting there. And the Lord told me that night what they was going to do. They had a trap set for me. Me, go on over there. I went and told Brother Carlson. I said, “You’ll not have it in that hotel. You’ll have to take it to another place, and it’ll be a green room. And they got a trap set for me, haven’t they, Brother Carlson?” He dropped his head. He set there in my office, few days ago, for me come, Chicago meeting. Said, “I’ll never forget that, Brother Branham.” And I said, “They got a trap set for me. Why, Brother Carlson? Are you afraid to tell me why, you and Tommy Hicks?” They dropped their head. I said, “Tommy, why don’t you go speak?” Said, “I couldn’t do it.” I said, “I thought you said you’d do me a favor.”
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