<TITLE>15. Par 70-74</TITLE>L-70 Brother, I've went through everything for this. I love our Lord. I--I love Him with all my heart. I don't care what the world said. They turn me out of the church. They say, "Why, Billy, you're crazy, you had a nightmare. What'd you eat for supper?"
I had the pleasure of telling Doctor Davis the other day, what he called fanaticism...
In South Africa where I made one day's altar call and thirty thousand received Jesus Christ. That's more than all the missions put together has won to Christ in the past hundred years. The general orders of a missionary is, "Tarry ye in the city of Jerusalem," not down in some cemetery or seminary, or whatever you want: both dead places. All right.
"Tarry ye in the city of Jerusalem until you're endued with (an education? No. Until you learn theology? No.), until you're endued with power from on high. After this the Holy Ghost is come upon you, then you'll be witnesses of Me in Jerusalem, in Judaea, in Samaria, in Chicago, Illinois, or to the uttermost parts of the earth." That's right. That's the truth. Oh, God, bless Your heart.

L-71 My, I feel religious. I sure do. I feel that the Lord has filled me with His Holy Spirit. I'm setting in a bunch of sons and daughters of God where anything can take place. Hallelujah.

L-72 Yes, I've had to fight a long time, come down a long ways. But some of these days I realize I got to preach my last sermon. But I want to say as Paul, "I was not disobedient to the heavenly vision. That in that day..."
I was even almost turned from my home. The people of the city, they thought I'd gone crazy. The church turned me out, everything else. But it's just no more. It's a little thing to what those early martyrs and saints had to go through to put that seed down there where Jesus Christ died at Calvary to bring Life into His Church in the last days.

L-73 Notice. One of these days, I'm coming to my last briar patch though. I don't know how far it'll be down the road. I got to come down there someday. Each one of you has. One of these days, when I've taken my last mountain, come through my last river, and come on down then to the--all the briar patches and thickets like Israel did coming to the promise land...
Perhaps if I live to be old and Jesus tarries, all the Branhams when they get old they take the palsy, they shake, my old grand-dad and all of them. I'll probably have a string of little white hair hanging down around my face, an old wrinkled man. If I live that long, many here will be in eternity long time before that. I may be too. But if I live to see that, I can imagine seeing myself after I've fought my last battle, declared to be a holy-roller the last time. Hallelujah.
And the end of the road's come, and by a true heart I've tried to preach Jesus Christ. I want to know Him in the power of His resurrection, that when He calls from among the dead I'll come out. When I get down to the end of the road, I feel that cold wave break me in the face, I know Jordan lays yonder but before me. Oh, my.

L-74 I tell you how I feel. I want to look back down the road I've come. Oh, that'll be a great day for me. Look back down the road, see every one of them briar patches I had to come through with. When they called me holy-roller, called me everything, I fought right on through with the sword of faith, moving right on through, making a way for those who are coming behind.
I'm an old man then standing there on my cane, shaking with palsy; my eyes are dimming. I feel Jordan's waves broken in my face. I want to look back down the way, take off my helmet of salvation, lay it down on the beach, unbuckle my armor of faith. I want to take the old sword here and stick it back in the sheath of eternity, raise up my hands and say, "Father, send out the lifeboat this morning, for I'm coming home." And across the river on the other side I'll meet with those who are holy-rollers and who have contended for the faith that was once delivered to the saints.


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