<TITLE>01. Par 1-10</TITLE>53-0405S, Go, Tell My Disciples, Branham Tabernacle, Jeffersonville, IN, 86 min
L-1 ... you all. It is a privilege, indeed, to come to the house of God in this early morning and worship our Lord, our risen Christ. Oh, it was... I just got in awhile ago. We had a marvelous missionary meeting last night, a rally, preached plumb on up till towards midnight, and up this morning to worship our Lord Jesus Christ. How marvelous it is to come together to meet.
As Brother Thom was just saying, today was the day that when He proved what He was. Anyone could die, but it taken God to raise again. In His life He looked like God, He preached like God; He healed like God; He acted like God. He was God. And He proved on Easter morning that He was God. He was more than a man. He wasn't a prophet, yet He was a Prophet. He was a good Man, but yet He was more than a good man. He was God. And so this is the day in memorial of His resurrection, that He proved it.

L-3 We should take a trip this morning and go down along the Ganges River, you'd find mothers there sacrificing their little babies to alligators, crocodiles, throw them in. You talk of sincerity? They take their little chubby ones and pitch them out there for the crocodiles to crush down. That's deep sincerity.
If we went down through India today, you'd find along the side of the streets, many people maybe laying on spikes, walking through fire, and tormenting themselves in some way. Some of them, of course, are just clowning, 'cause it's for tourists. But back in those inlands is the real man who's laying back there, afflicting himself, thinking that he can find rest and peace, pray--praying to Mohammed.
A pitiful sight, the other day, while going up Golgotha, into the city of... out of the city of Jerusalem, rather. There was right on the very crucifixion grounds a Mohammedan graveyard, laid a woman under a little bunch of weeds that she'd laid up there, with an old piece of black bread. She'd been laying there for days, crying for the soul of her loved one who'd passed on; right on the grounds where the cross stood. And so, to see the world in its pagan condition...

L-6 Was talking to Brother Gadus, not long ago, had just returned from China. He said, "Brother Branham, it was a pitiful sight to see in China." Said, "Some of them maybe with their hands up for as many as forty years at a time, till their fingernails growed through their hands, stick out the back. Saying, 'I'll never remove my hand until you give me peace in my soul, great Buddha.'"
And--and then many of the little children, when they're young, they break their feet in the arch, like this; and only wear about a number two or three shoe all their life; little bitty short feet, because they're sacrificing to some heathen god.

L-8 I've visit the grave of most all the founders of a religions; the Mohammedan, and also to--to the grave of Buddha, and Confucius, and many of the philosophers.
But today, above all, we Christian people can throw our heads back and sing, "He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today. You may ask me how I know He lives; He lives within my heart." And we have an empty tomb today.

L-10 About two years ago I was walking to the grave, real early one morning, to place a flower on the grave of my little boy's mother, who's passed away, his little sister who lays on her arm, out here at the Walnut Ridge Cemetery... And while going by, the little fellow snubbed, two or three times, as he cried, bringing a little pot of flowers. We knelt down there, took off our hats; and laid them on the grave, the side of the grave. And I raised up my hand, and put my arms around him.
I said, "Billy, there's your mother and little sister. Their body lies beneath here, their souls, in the Presence of God. But beyond the sea yonder, lays an empty tomb today, that's a memorial to all Christians. He lives."...?... That's the fundamental foundation of our--of our Christian faith, that Jesus Christ lives today.


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