<TITLE>03. Par 8-10</TITLE>L-8 No matter how weak, how sick, how far in sin, whatever the condition is, He's there to make intercession upon what we confess that He has did for us. And anything that was included in the Atonement... "wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace upon Him, with His stripes we were healed," any of those things, those attributes of His death that we take in our heart and believe to be the truth and confess that He has done it, before He ever--we feeled anything about it, He's before God to make it right, to make intercession.
If I was paralyzed, and in my heart I believe He healed me, I'd confess that I was healed. If I couldn't move a--a muscle I'd--and I believed it, I'd confess that I was healed.
And then according... If I mean that from my heart, not just mentally upset, but from my heart if I mean that, before God He's making intercessions upon my confession. That's right. And He has to bring it to pass. Just think of that.

L-9 Now, in His Presence... See? Hebrews 3:1 said, "He's the High Priest of our profession." Profess and confess is the same words. Profess anything or confess anything, "confess" means "to say the same thing."
If God said, "By His stripes we're healed," then I say, "By His stripes I was healed." He said, "He bore my sins," I say, "He bore my sins." I don't have them any more; He bore them. He said He healed me when He died for me at Calvary with stripes. I'd say, "He healed me there. I believe it right now and accept it." That settles it.
And now, no matter how I feel, how that they--they--it looks... If I'd say, "Well now, look. You say you're healed and look right, look at your body." That don't have a thing to do with it, not one thing. God's done said so. It ain't what I can see; it's what I believe.

L-10 When I was so sick, that I couldn't hold a mouthful of food on my stomach, the best doctors in the nation that examined me, said, "It's impossible for him to get well." And I read God's Word. And I asked God to help me.
And I eat corn bread, beans, and onions. And I took a big mouthful, and my mother got scared and called the doctor. I swallowed them, and when I'd swallow, they come right back up again. I held my hand over my mouth. Oh, no. Can't do that. God's done said so.
And I swallowed it back; it come back; I swallowed it again, just kept on till it stayed down. I got me another mouthful and kept on like that. Day after day, walking down the street and I'd have to hold my hand against my stomach, it was hurting so bad, praising God for my healing. Tears running down my eyes and such sulfur--suffered so bad.
Some of them would say, "How you feel, Mr. Branham?"
I'd say, "Just wonderful. Praise the Lord. I'm healed."
"You're healed?"
I'd say, "Yes, sir. Praise the Lord, I'm healed." Just like gall. Why?


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