<TITLE>02. Par 5-7</TITLE>L-5 I remember one time in Arkansas, I was staying there at the Sandpeck Hotel, and we was having a marvelous...?... It's been six or seven years ago. And there was no one else on the field at that day, and the tinsel was hanging everywhere. You know? And we was having a marvelous time. And I stepped out; I had to go down the back way to get to the minister, so he take me for dinner. And so I started down the elevator, and the little colored boy, standing out there swishing his shoes up, and "Only believe, only believe, all things are possible, only believe." And I went out, went out through the back way and down the alley, and went down kind of lower part of the city. Here was a mother rocking a baby down there, singing, "Only believe, only believe, all things are possible..."
I happened to notice, and there was some boys playing marble. A little fellow got down (You know?) and he aimed real good...?... He stopped and hit the marble, got up and dusted off his trousers, said, "Only believe, only believe, all things are possible..." I thought it was real cute. How these songs and things that you sing, and how that our Lord has been very good.
And I'm just thinking of sometime, when it's all over, and we come together, so we're not nervous or in no hurry, or anything, and we can just have a relaxing time.

L-6 In this place where Mr. Rader, as I was starting to say, had wrote this song, there was a scholar come in there; and he said, "Brother Branham," he said, "you're grammar's very poor."
And I said, "Yes, sir, that's right."
And then he said, "Oh, I noticed some of your grammatic mistakes tonight." Said, "Oh, it was terrible."
And I said, "Yes, sir, I didn't get much education." I said, "I was raised in a very poor family: ten children." And I said, "I was the oldest, and I had to make a living for the rest of them."
He said, "Well, that's no excuse now." He said, "You're a man."
I said, "Well, that's right too," but I said, "Since the Lord sent me out to pray for sick, I'm never alone enough to study grammar," I said, "I just have to pray for the sick."
And he said, "Oh, but you could take a correspondence." Said, "Now, for instance, tonight I heard you use a word there." He said, "You said, 'All you people now, come up on the 'polepit,' here" and said, "Why, did you know them people would appreciate you more if you said, 'pulpit,' instead of 'polepit'"?
I said, "Well, brother, I don't know whether they would or not." I said, "I believe what them people want me do, is to live the right kind of life and produce what I'm talking about; they don't care whether I say 'pulpit' or 'polepit,'" That's right, isn't it? As the old saying is, "there's proof of the pudding is the eating thereof," isn't it? That's right? You know, I...
And I'm not trying to support my ignorance by that. I remember... I wished I did know better words and grammar, but if it's taking anything away from Jesus, I'd rather know Jesus any time, and know Him in the power, as Paul said, "in the power of His resurrection."

L-7 I know setting before me, like every person here, is a dark pit, setting there before every one of us. Every time our heart beats, we're going one closer--beats to that pit that's called death. Every man shall have to come to that place someday, if Jesus tarries. And when my nearness draws to that place, and I know I'm going in there, I won't care whether I'm saying 'polepit' or 'pulpit.' I won't care what my grammar is, but I want to know this one thing: I know this one thing--I know Him in the power of His resurrection, that when He calls from among the dead, I want to come out from among them when it's time to be called on.


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