<TITLE>14. Par 45-48</TITLE>L-45 I remember the different ones of what had happened to them. I said, "Now, my brother Edward that stood right behind me and put his hand on my shoulder, the one I took the popcorn from," I said, "what happened to him?"
Years ago, he died calling for me, said, "Tell Billy..." I wasn't a Christian yet, said, "Tell Billy, that I love him and someday I will meet him in heaven." I was... And I remember when the ranger rode out on the prairies and I climbed out of my saddle. Said, "Is your name Branham?"
I said, "Yes, sir."
He said, "William?"
And I said, "Yes, sir."
He said, "I have a message for you." And he handed it over to me, and I read the telegram: "Your brother, Edward, died last night." Hmm. All that begin to renew. And I was standing there looking across the fence, I could see that handful of popcorn.
Don't ever do nothing wrong, it'll come back to you someday, no matter how little it is.

L-46 I stood there; tears begin to run down my cheek; I thought, "God, I'd give the world, I'd give the rest of my mortal life, if You'll let me take that handful of popcorn and walk up to the door, and say, 'Edward, buddy, here's that handful of popcorn I cheated you out of that day.'" How I would give anything if I could've took it to him. But he's gone.
I looked up across the field where the old house used to stand up there. Why, there's a housing project. The spring is dry and gone.
I used to think of when we used to... We had an old piece of a mirror that we drove nails around it in a tree, and a little old wash bench. When dad used come in there, about a hundred and sixty pounds, about five foot seven or eight inches tall. Man? Oh, my, a logger, muscles hanging on him like that. I'd see him roll them sleeves up (that old blue shirt, old hickory shirt mom made herself, for him), rolled it up like that. When he would go to wash, and the muscles swelling back and forth, I'd stand off, I'd say, "That's my dad. That's my dad. He will live a hundred years. That's my daddy. When I am an old man, I will still be patting my daddy with big muscles." See? He died at fifty-two. Here we have no continuing city, but we seek One to come.

L-47 I knowed the old house there, was chinked up, and what a great house it was: torn and gone, a housing project. Where's that big fine bunch of boys? Nearly every one of them is gone.
I thought of Rollin Halloway, a friend of mine. He used to stand there, little red-headed fellow, enough temper to fight a buzz saw, died in prison. He shot a man in a crap game.
I looked over here to Wilmer, thought what become of... Wilmer...?... I thought, "What happened to him?" Yes, that's right. What happened to him? He got into a knife fight with a fellow, and he cut his throat with a knife.
I looked back over here and I seen... thought of Willis...?... "What happened to you, Willis?" Yeah, I seen what happened to him, how he went out in a disease. It stripped his body.

L-48 I looked down yonder and seen each one. And I seem them all, and I thought, "O God, here I am left alone. Who am I? Where are they at?" The first thing you know, standing there, I was screaming out to the top of my voice, "O God, let the Angels of God come, get this poor tired bulk, pack me away from here. This world is not my home any longer."
I just come out of that meeting where I'd been mentally tore up for eight days and nights at the platform; I was shaking. And all those things running over. I thought, "Here we have no continuing city, but we're seeking One to come now." I thought, "O God." Wife come put her arm around me, Said, "Now look, honey, you come out here to rest, and here you are standing here crying like a baby. Don't do that."
I said, "Sweetheart, if you knew what was traveling through my heart and mind... I remember standing right here at that house when little Sharon took sick."


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