<TITLE>09. Par 75-82</TITLE>L-75 I remember a little story. I don't know whether I ever told you, or not. It's just a little fiction story like, that the... Under the law, if the old mother horse had a little colt, and he was a mule, you know, and his ears broke down, his knees knocked, and oh, what a cross-eyed horrible-looking mule... Well, that mule, if he could look at himself, he'd say "Oh, my! When the master comes out, he will kill me, 'cause I... He wouldn't feed me. I'm not worthy to live. Look at me, what a horrible-looking mess I am."
But if the mother could speak back to the little fellow, she'd say, "Wait a minute, honey! You can live, because you're my first, and you have a birthright. Now, when the master comes out and sees you in all your condition, he has to go back and get a lamb without a blemish on it, and kill it so that that crippled-up-looking mule could live." You see, the priest never seen the mule; he saw the lamb. It wasn't whether the mule was perfect; it had to be a perfect lamb.

L-77 Oh, I hope you see it. It isn't whether you're good enough to be a Christian or not. It's whether He was good enough. If God accepted Him and His Blood makes an atonement, God don't see you, He sees the Lamb. Oh, my.
Then that little mule could stick his tail up in the air and snort, and jump, and run around over the field, have a good time. He is going to live. But one, perfect, had to die for the imperfect.
That was me, William Branham: no good, not fit to live, worthy to go to hell, born in a sinful family, raised a sinner; no good at all, not one sound part about me. That's right. But one day, I accepted. Hallelujah. When God looked down on Christ, and Christ took my place, then God don't see me; He sees the perfect One. Then as long as I'm in here--in Him, then I am perfected; not in myself--in Him; not my perfection, I don't have any; you don't have any. But it's His perfection.

L-80 Therefore, Jesus didn't make a mistake when He said, "Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father in Heaven is perfect." And how could a human being be perfect? He could be perfect by His perfect faith resting in Him, saying, "He paid the price for me."
 Jesus paid it all,
 All to Him I owe;
 Sin had left a crimson stain,
 He washed it white as snow.
My, that makes us all shouting Methodist, (doesn't it?) when you think of that. You... I believe in it. I believe in an old fashion experience of shouting. Yes, sir. If the children get the right kind of vitamins, they always feel good, you know. You know what I mean. We need some spiritual vitamins in the churches today. Don't you think so?

L-82 Reminds me of a farmer, once. He had a little old... The one farmer, he had a--a barn, and he had all the good farming implements he--he--he had to farm with, tractors and everything. But he was too lazy to farm, so he--he just let his place grow up in weeds. And when fall come, only thing to do is cut his weeds and put it in the barn.
And there was another farmer, didn't have such a nice looking barn, but he had... He was a smart man. He got out, and he was industrious. And he'd work 'cause he wanted to feed his stock. And he harvested some good clover and alfalfa, and he put it up in the barn.
In both farms there was a little calf born each year, this year. And when, the little calf over in the other barn, he had to be fed on weeds, but he had a nice beautiful barn. And the other little calf didn't have much of a barn, but he had something to eat.


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