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TALK
ABOUT GRACE! 1165-Q-405
QUESTIONS.AND.ANSWERS JEFF.IN COD 64-0830E
405. Brother Branham, when some of--someone gets on me or "steps on
my toes (This might be a good one.)--steps on my toes," as the old
saying is, my temper rises; how can I overcome this thing? I know the
Lord will have to do it, but what can I do in my heart? I don't want
this thing. Sweeten
your temper with prayer; then make up your mind. There... I don't guess
there is too many people in this building ever had any more temper than
I did to begin with. Oh, I--I had a mouth mashed all the time. And
I--I--I'd taken a lot of my meals out of a straw. My
mother, as you know, was a half Indian, and my father was an Irishman, a
Kentucky Irish at that. And every one of--both of them had enough temper
to fight a buzz saw. And all the time my mouth was mashed; I was little
to begin with. And they'd just pick me up and knock me down. And I'd get
up again; and they'd knock me down again till I just got too
able--unable to get up anymore. That's always. And then when I got able
to get up, I got up again; they knocked me down again. So that's just
the way I had it. I
thought, "I can never be a Christian." But when the Holy
Spirit came into my life, that done it. No more... I
had a woman one time; I went to have to cut the lights off. And that day
I had hair on top of my head. She said, "You little, kinky-headed
idiotic." I
told her, I said, "Woman, you oughtn't to curse like that. Oh,
don't you fear God?" She
said, "You little, kinky-headed idiotic, if I wanted somebody to
talk to me about things like that, I wouldn't get a half-wit like
you." "Whoo."
Then she called me a blankety, blankety name. Oh, my, if that'd been a
year farther. I always said, "A man that'd strike a woman wasn't
man enough to strike a man," but I--I might've broke that at that
time calling my mother a bad name like that. But you know what? It never
even fazed me. I said, "I will pray for you." Never
bothered... I knowed right then something had happened to me. Yes, sir.
Oh, my. You
know the evils that I done when I was a kid fighting? Almost killed five
men at one time. Took a rifle loaded with sixteen shots, and when them
boys beat me because I was a Kentuckian, no other reason... I couldn't
even hold my head up. One would hold me by hands like this, and the
other one'd stand there with a rock in his hand and pound me in the
face, till I just lifeless. Nothing in the world... They
called me a "Kentucky squab," because my mother, when she was
young, she sure looked like an Indian (looking at her picture awhile
ago), and they knowed she was a half Indian. And because I was Kentucky
and her being a squaw, they called me a "squab, a Kentucky
squab." And I had nothing in the world to do into it; I couldn't
help because I was born in Kentucky. I
went down there to school, and I didn't have no clothes to wear, and my
hair hanging down my neck. And pop--mom took pop's old coat that he was
married in, and cut it up and made me a pair of pants to wear to school
my first time. And I... And she dressed me with a pair of white
stockings on and a pair of tennis shoes. And they said, "If you
don't look like a windy Kentuckian." And--and all--and that--and
then, that went on all my--all my school days. And
a couple of boys, because I walked down the road with some little girl
and packed her books... They didn't want me to do that, and they met me
down there and beat me till I was simply unconscious. I told them, if
they'd just let me go, I promise that I would go right straight home.
And so they took--let me loose, kicked me four or five times, knocked me
down, and scrapped my face all over. And I went home, like this, up
through the broomsage field. I
had a little .22 Winchester rifle laying up over the door. Reached up
and got that rifle full of bullets, went right down through the locust
thicket, and hid by the side of the road till these five or six boys
come along there. Just waited till they come, and when they was coming
there, talking, said, "That Kentuckian will realize where he's at
from this on," going on like that. I
stepped up with the hammer pulled back on the rifle. I said, "Now,
which one of you wants to die first, so you won't watch the
others?" They started squealing; I said, "Don't squeal, 'cause
you're all going to die one by one." And I meant it. And just then
they started squealing. And I pulled up and snap. The gun snapped. I
throwed another shell in. Snap, it snapped; another shell, snap, it
snapped. And I pumped sixteen shells on the ground. Every one of them
snapped. And them boys running, and screaming, and diving over the hill,
and everything. And
after they left, I stood there. When I'd get so angry, till I--I--I
wouldn't cry; I would laugh like a idiot and tears run out of my eyes.
Now, that's a temper. If it hadn't been for God, I'd been a murderer. And
I picked up them shells and put them back in the rifle, and, "Pow,
pow"; they'd shoot just as good as ever. Talk about grace. JUDGMENT
STRIKES A CRITIC 91
RESPECTS JEFF.IN V-13 N-4 61-1015E Sometime
ago in New Albany, while I was standing there talking to a sinner,
leading him to Christ, a big old rough-handed man in the garage, a man
was a friend of mine, his son-in-law run the garage next door. I was
standing there preaching at a dinner hour, eating a sandwich and talking
to him about God. Through the daytime I'd find somewhere where I could
go at dinner time and try to win a soul to Christ. He said, "Mr.
Branham," he said. I was just a boy preacher, myself. He said,
"Mr. Branham," said, "my mother had that kind of
religion, that heartfelt religion." And the tears was running down
his cheeks. I
said, "How long she been gone?" Said,
"Years. She always prayed for me." I
said, "The God that heard her prayers is trying to answer them
right now for her." And
this man walked in there, he said, "Hello." He was drunk.
Said, "Hey, Billy, listen." Said, "Anytime you want to
come over to my garage," said, "you come, but," said,
"don't bring that old holy-roller religion of yours over
there." I
turned and looked at him, I said, "Anywhere Christ is not welcome,
I'll not be." And
so he turned around and said, "Ah, get next to yourself, boy." And
I just heard in my heart, a Voice say, "You reap what you sow. It
would be better for you that a millstone was hanged at your neck, and
drowned in the depths of the sea." And his own son-in-law, that
very same afternoon, run over him with a two-ton Chevrolet truck loaded
down, and mashed him down in the ground. See,
you've got to respect God. You've got to do, you... God demands
respects, and He demands it. And
so Miriam ought to knowed better. So ought--ought Aaron to knowed
better, than knowing this, that Moses was led by the Spirit of God to do
what he was going to do. HOPE'S
STEPFATHER DIES INSTANTLY 103
IS.YOUR.LIFE.WORTHY JEFF.IN V-5 N-5 63-0630E I
heard a fellow say not long ago... Well, he was kind of a... He was
Hope's stepfather, and I was telling him about the Baptism of the Holy
Spirit. He said, "Now, who would believe a thing like that, 'less
some kind of a bunch like you got up there?" He said, "You let
So-and-so (a businessman here in the town, a wicked as all... ), let him
say that he received the Holy Ghost, then I'd believe it." I
said, "Don't worry, he will never say it." The man died
instantly without God. See? You be careful what you're doing; be careful
what you're saying. You want a life worthy of the Gospel. That's right! WOMAN
DIES TWO HOURS AFTER BLASPHEMING 795-263
TAKING.SIDES.WITH.JESUS JEFF.IN COD 62-0601 A
woman dying, just as I run up the steps, when I was preaching right
here, and a man standing right there at the door calling to me. She'd
walked by. She lived up the street here and had a cow out there. And she
said, "If my cow got that kind of religion that Billy's got, I'd
kill the cow." In less than a hour from then she was stricken and
taken to the hospital, a beautiful young woman. And I rushed out there.
Her husband was Catholic, and they'd sent for me. She's dying, and she
went; her eyes went to swelling out, she said, "Call him, call him,
call him, call him, quickly, quickly." And
her brother run up and stood there at the door and waited and waited,
and he kept motioning for me. The place just packed full of people, and
after while somebody come around and put a note on the desk here, and
said--said, "Someone's dying in a hospital." And I believe
Brother Graham Snelling... I said, "Take my place till I go."
And he was just standing up to lead the singing; he wasn't even called
and to--to preach at that time. He come up to lead singing, and I went
out, and got in my car, and rushed out there, and just as I was going up
the steps, she drawed her last breath. And of course, the bowels and
kidneys and everything act. And I run in there, and they'd done covered
her face up, and steam coming up around like that; and that old nurse
standing there, she said, "Brother Branham, she screamed her last
breath for you." Trying to make it right, but it was too late then.
You see? That's true. You can sin one time too many, you know. And she's
kind of had, deep in her face... She
had auburn hair, a real pretty woman. And she, her bobbed hair was all
bushed out, great big brown eyes had pushed out and just half closed.
And the freckles on her face had gotten in such a way, such strain, till
they just stood out like little bumps all over her face, and her mouth
was open. And I walked over there and looked at her, and there her
husband stood there and said, "Billy, here's what it was."
Said, "I'm Catholic. I want you to say a prayer for her, 'cause
she's gone to purgatory." And
I said, "What?" Said,
"Say a prayer for her." Said, "She's gone to purgatory.
She passed by your church about two hours ago and said if our cow out
there got your kind of religion, she'd kill the cow." See? Said,
"Say a prayer for her." I
said, "That's too late; she should've purged her soul here, not
till she gets somewhere else." See? That's right. Oh, yes. But we
always want Him in a time of distress. People, I've heard them say,
"I don't believe in God." Let him hurt himself right bad once,
see the first one he'll call on. THEY
BURIED HIM IN FRONT OF THE CHURCH E-6
LIFE.OF.DEMONS.AND.VISIONS TOLEDO.OH 51-0721 I
said, "Wonder if I could have a revival here?" Said,
"See the city official." And
I went down and asked him. He said, "Sure, if you'll put a meter in
it." I
said, "Well, I work for the Utility Company, I'll put my own meter
in." He
said, "All right." I
put the meter in, and announced around there that I was going to have a
revival. I never will forget the first man I asked. I said, "Going
to have a revival, sir, will you come?" He
said, "Say, we raise chickens around here. Ain't got time to go to
no church." I
said, "Well, couldn't you just let the chickens alone for a little
while and come to the meeting?" He
said, "Oh, we ain't time for nothing like that." Said, "I
got my business to take care of." Said, "You take care of your
own." I
said, "I didn't aim to hurt your feelings, sir." About
ten days from then, you know, they had to take out time to bury the man.
He died. And so they buried him right down there in front of the church. WOMAN'S
HAIR IS HER COVERING 130-127
QUESTIONS.AND.ANSWERS JEFF.IN COD 54-0103E I
know we ladies today--or you ladies, rather, wear hats. You say that's
your covering. That's wrong. The Bible said a woman's covering is her
hair. And if she cuts her hair, it's a common thing for her to pray.
That right? That's Scripture. See? So now, women are supposed to wear
long hair, regardless of what you want to think about it; that's what's
THUS SAITH THE LORD. 1031-167
QUESTIONS.AND.ANSWERS JEFF.IN COD 64-0823E I
don't--I don't think God cares how a man cuts his hair, as long as he
cuts it, because his head is God. But a woman's head is a man;
therefore, she must... And if she cuts her hair, she dishonors her head.
Then a dishonorable woman should be divorced and got away with. That
right? So if a woman cuts her hair, she has--her husband has a
absolutely Bible right to put her away in wrong living: a dishonorable
person. How many knows that's the truth? What the Bible said, for she
dishonors her head. No dishonorable woman should be lived with. 1108-214
QUESTIONS.AND.ANSWERS JEFF.IN COD 64-0830M But
in a man it's masculine alone. Therefore, he must cut that off because
of Christ; but in the woman is feminish alone, so she could have her
covering; because her husband is over her. He is her lord, her ruler; so
therefore, she must have long hair. And
then, if she says she must--she has to cut it off, then let her be
shaved. And said, if it's a shame or disgrace for a woman, who's
supposed to look pretty, and having her hair all shaved off, then let
her have her covering on her head; let her have long hair. See? So
it's... Anybody... All explain it? I mean, does it sound all right? Say,
"Amen." if it does, if you got it. See? [Congregation replies,
"Amen."--Ed.] All right. 23-8
KNOWETH.IT.NOT JEFF.IN V-2 N-10 65-0815 And if your church, a Pentecostal church that tells you that long hair stuff is just fanaticism, "You've got a spare tire on the back of your head," and so forth, them kind of things, the man is possessed of the devil; for God's Word said it's a shame for a woman to cut her hair. She'll dishonor her head. And if she dishonors her husband, and her husband is the church, and the church is Christ... She is a dishonorable religious prostitute: naked and don't know it. Naked? Don't the Bible said the woman's covering is her hair? Isn't the hair give to her for a covering? |