<TITLE>03. Par 8-10</TITLE>L-8 God be with you. I hope I have tried. And I thank each one of you again; I've tried to say how much I appreciate it. I can't do it. May the Holy Spirit tell every one of you what I think in my heart.
I suppose, they told me, I believe, they taken up a little love offering for me. Didn't have to do that. But I'm a poor man. I don't have anything of this world's goods. That's the truth. Only thing that I have, tonight, is a little home built up there. Brother Moore drawed out for me and wanted to build it hisself. I let the people build it from an offering. I didn't keep it myself. After I looked at it, I thought, "That's not right." There isn't any Branhams got any homes; we're all vagabonds, travelers. I said, "It's not right for me to have this: sick people give this. What if something happened to me? I'll turn it over to the church down here, and let it be used for a parsonage, and I don't own it myself. The Tabernacle at Eighth and Penn Street owns the church. They could put me out in the morning if they desire to.

L-9 But, someone give me a car. Brother Moore started off; some people took up some offerings down through here. I got a car and I've been swapping it in every year; and an old truck. That's my possessions.
Maybe a couple a hundred dollars in the bank... Takes about a hundred dollars a day to run my business. You could imagine, we're overdrawn half the time. If you don't believe it, just write to the company (the bank) and you'll see. That's right. What little I have in the love offering at the end of the meeting, when we're through with all expense, that settles it. At the end of the meeting, you take up a love offering. If it's enough, I go home and ask my secretary how much does the office need, how far are we back drawn? We fill up--up, pay off everything we can. If there's any bit left over at all, to carry me and the boy in the next meeting, I put it into foreign missions. Someday I'm going to have to answer for every penny of money that's been given me. And if I put it to God's work, I want to be a good steward of His affair. I try that; God knows that's the truth. That's right.

L-10 I went to a little dinner the other day. My boy put a white coat on me. I felt so out of place with that coat on, I couldn't even speak at that dinner. I said, "Billy, that don't look right."
He said, "Wear it, daddy. It's my coat, wear it." Well, I didn't want to hurt him. Brother, sister, I say this humbly and for not to be a pulling or trying to get sympathy. The clothes that I have is clothes people give me. The suit I got on, Brother Moore was with me, and I got it four years ago in Sweden. Pair of shoes, my wife bought it for me. I got another suit over there was give to me in Florida. Another one I got in Finland; two I got in Germany, or not Germany, but Africa. That's where the clothes comes from. It's what people give me. Some of them's hand me down. That's true. I got a suit from California about five years ago and been wearing it ever since. And it--it's about six, seven years old when I got it. But what is it? It's good enough. He didn't even have but one garment and borrowed somebody's grave to be laid in.
I could've been pretty well off if I'd took all the money people had offered me, but I want to be just as poor as those who come to be prayed for. We're fellow citizens of the kingdom of God. I'm not saying that just to be saying. I'm saying it because I want you to know, friends, that the kingdom of God does not consist of riches in this earth, fine clothes. It's a submitted heart to God, is where God works.


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