<TITLE>12. Par 105-111</TITLE>L-105 Not long ago I was standing at a museum down in Tennessee, and I was looking at a--a different things, and I seen a--the analysis of a human body, of a man that would weigh fifty pounds. You know how much he was, how much he's worth? Eighty-four cents in chemicals, eighty-four cents. A human body weighing a hundred and fifty pounds, worth eighty-four cents in chemicals: just about enough calcium to do a certain thing, and enough whitewash to sprinkle a hen's nest, and so forth like that, just out of the little bitty thing you have, eighty-four cents. But you'll put a hundred-dollar fur coat around that eighty-four cents, stick your nose up in the air, and walk on like you were somebody, fifty-dollar hat on top of that eighty-four cents.
There was a fellow standing there, said, "Say, we're not worth very much, are we, George?"
I turned around, I said, "But, boy, your body ain't worth very much, but you got a soul's worth ten million worlds. What about that?" He was showing his muscles, how big he was. I said, "What about that?" Man likes to brag on what they are.

L-107 Not long ago out in the West, I was having a meeting. I went home with an old rancher for dinner. Oh, why, some of his people had been healed. He'd give me a check there that would've bought me forty-five of these Tabernacles, if I'd have wanted it. I said, "I don't want your money."
Howard, my brother, was with me, said, "Bill, why didn't you take that check?"
I said, "I don't want his money." Let me live day by day. Not money I'm after, I'm wanting to serve the Lord Jesus.

L-110 He stood there when that woman was healed out yonder, the Melikians in California. You seen it here in the Louisville paper. When they come here, two of those agents and brought a million, five hundred thousand dollars, and offered it to me when I lived in this two-room shack. I said, "I don't even want to look at it. No, sir. No, sir." The love of money is the root of all evil. Keep away from that stuff.

L-111 This rancher walked out of there, he said, "Reverend Branham?"
I said, "Yes, sir."
He said, "You see them mountains over yonder?"
I said, "Yes, sir."
"How far you think they are away?"
I said, "I don't know."
Said, "They're eighty miles." Said, "I own plumb to that, and plumb beyond that. It's my grazing ground."
I said, "My, that's wonderful."
He said, "Now, see down in there, see that city?" He said, "I own the bank in that city; I own all that ground down around there, and I own this way." Oh, all he owned...
Stopped in his little station wagon... I looked at him, very nice man. I laid my hand on his shoulder; I said, "Brother, I want to ask you a question."
He said, "All right."
I said, "Look right up this a-way. How much do you own up That way?" See?
He said, "Brother Branham, I'm afraid I don't own anything."
I said, "There's where my treasures are laying now. I don't have nothing down here. 'But a...?... tent, or a cottage, why should I care. They're building a palace for me over there! Of rubies and diamonds, and silver and gold, His coffers are full, and has riches untold.'" Yes, sir. That's where the riches lays; up yonder, where your treasures is, your heart is also.


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