<TITLE>02. Par 5-8</TITLE>L-5 Pretty near every night in the week, walked right along on the high lines with my uniform on. And find somebody got repented and take them down the creek and baptize them and go on back with wet clothes on. That's right. Farmers and everything out in the field get talking about--about the Lord and they get to crying and give their heart to God, I'd take them, pull the straw hat off and we'd go down the creek and settle it right there, go on our road rejoicing. I've done it when I had to break the ice. Go right on in, and clothes froze to me and never took a bad cold over it in my life.
So I remember one time... Now, my wife's setting present too, so I will probably hear from this after church. So we got to a place where we couldn't make the ends meet, so I said to her, "I'm going to take up an offering."
She said, "I'm going over to watch you."
So I went over to the Tabernacle, I said, "You think I can't do it?"

L-6 Now, not because they wouldn't, them dear people would--would be willing to cut their arm off for me. But I just didn't want them to do it. So I always know that that's one weakness of ministers that usually takes them out of the harness of God, is money. So "Love of money is the root of all evil." So we come here, all the Branhams is vagabonds and as poor as they can be. I want to be like the rest of them.
Here some time ago a fellow was going to give me a Cadillac car, way out in California. His wife had been healed with a cancer, and he said, "Well, Brother Branham, we give Abaick a Cadillac." Said, "We will just go right over and buy you one."
I said, "Thank you, brother. My old Chevrolet truck's pretty good shape yet," I said.
They give me a Pontiac, and I just kept swapping it back each time, and so they... He said, "I... We want you to have a Cadillac."

L-7 I said, "Wouldn't I look good, coming down through Arkansas now, a big Cadillac car and here my people coming to me, and little old women out there, half dead, with back trouble, female trouble, pulling a cotton sack through the field like that; about fifty, a hundred pounds of cotton pulling behind them; maybe had some fat bacon and corn bread for breakfast, and say, "Oh, there goes Brother Branham in a Cadillac?" That--that don't look right to me.
Now, if you got a Cadillac, that's all right, understand (see?), but I'm just talking about myself.
I remember I went to a convention, one of the "Voice of Healing" conventions. I pulled up. Here was one fellow setting there with a great big custom built Packard. Here set another one with a Lincoln, and I had an old '35-model Chevrolet. If that didn't look like--like a sore thumb between those big cars. But it got me there, as well as theirs did. I was getting there just the same.
So I remember taking this offering. I went over and old Brother Wisehart, bless his soul, he's in Glory tonight, an old deacon was there, aged man, I said, "I'm going to take up an offering. I want you to. I got something..."

L-8 And everybody begin to look at me. And old Brother Wisehart, many of you here in the Tabernacle remember him. And so he went... I said, "Get my hat, I want to pass it, this is something..." And everybody, 'course, went... There's a little old woman setting in front there, years ago, hard times. She got down in one of these little pockets you carry under a little apron, you know, and the pocket's beneath the apron. So she got this little pocketbook out, had a little snap on the top of it. She unsnapped it and begin to pick out some nickels. My, I couldn't take that poor old thing's money. I begin to feel it lay on my heart, and getting about that big, I said, "Oh, I was just kidding you, to see what you would say." My, setting there like that. I said, "I wasn't meaning that."


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