<TITLE>04. Par 10-13</TITLE>L-10 Over in the Scriptures in Saint John the 11th chapter, I wish to read just a few verses. And usually in the healing services I'm always fasting and praying, but I been feasting and talking the last few days. We certainly had a wonderful time, and I seen this little village of New York. I invite you all to come down Jeffersonville someday, if you can find it after being in here. You'd wonder if you was really in a city when you pass by that: population about twenty-five thousand. So one good wide street goes through it. So you... But I tell you, you'll be welcome. And we would sure be glad to have you, anytime you can come by. The latch hangs on the outside of the door down at the Branham place, down there. And the only thing you have to do is just pull it and come on in.

L-11 Now, in speaking I--I am a long ways from being a preacher. I--I don't like to tell people that I'm... One time when I was first ordained in the Baptist church, oooh, my, did I like to tell people I was a preacher, 'cause I used to think that a preacher was a sissy. I'd go and somebody told me when I was a kid, said, "Say, you look like a preacher."
I'd say, "Take your coat off. You have to laugh when you say that." I didn't want to be no preacher. And so I remember when I first got converted though, and they give me my license in the Baptist church as local exhorter license and to do a little evangelistic work. I'd put my Bible under my arm and I'd go down the street, my, when they call me reverend, oh, I was a full fledged preacher. Well, I thought I was all right till I really hit some preachers one day, and then I--I seen...

L-12 Puts it in mind of when I was a kid. My dad, he's from Kentucky. My mother was born in Kentucky, and they went west and lived in Oklahoma. I seen somebody laugh when I said Kentucky. There's forgiveness for being born in Kentucky. I said to my little boy; I said, "You know, Kentucky's produced some great men."
Said, "For who--instance, who, daddy?" Billy.
And I "Well..." I said, "Abraham Lincoln."
He said, "Yeah."
And I said, "Daniel Boone."
He said, "Yeah."
I said, "Your dad." 
He said, "Oh, daddy." ...?... So when I was... I said, "Well..." I said, "I..."

L-13 Remember one time my mother, they went west and she lived in Texas, Oklahoma. So my dad was fancy rider; he really could ride, and a very good shot with a revolver. And so he used to go to rodeos and things, and he would ride. And he used to try to teach me to teach me to shoot a revolver. He'd take those big clay marbles and roll one out like that, and had two revolvers; and he'd take one, shoot under the marble and knock it up in the air and burst it with the other one 'fore it hit the ground." I couldn't hit a lard can setting still, so I--I knowed I could never do that. But he could ride good.
And so I always wanted to be like my dad. So we as kiddies on a farm (You know?) and we had an old plow horse. And so of a evening after he'd get though plowing, I'd go down along behind the barn. They had an old watering trough hewed out of a log. How many ever seen a watering trough hewed out of a log? Say, now we're coming home, getting right down towards home now.
And so I'd get all my little brothers and set them along out there on the side of the bank, and I'd get the old horse, where dad wouldn't notice it. You see? And I'd go down there and pick me a big handful of cockleburs, and get the saddle, and throw the saddle on the old horse, and put these cockleburs up under there, and pull down the hinches (You know?), and climb up on him. Why, the poor old horse, so old (You know?), and stiff and tired, he couldn't even get his feet off the ground. He just bawl with them cockleburs under there. You know? I'd set there and take off my hat and say, "I'm a cowboy." Ride on this poor horse, and he's just bawl (You know?), and just jump like that.


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