<TITLE>09. Par 30-32</TITLE>L-30 And that's what's the matter with people tonight, and I want you to get this close. It's because that you're afraid you're not going to get healed is the reason you don't get healed. See? You mustn't be afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of. Jesus has already died and paid the price. We're free. You must come with that kind of an attitude.
Let me give you a little personal experiences of my own, if you'd excuse it for just a few moments longer. You say, "Brother Branham, what are you stalling about?" I'm waiting for Him. Exactly. And I'm just testifying or doing something till I know that His Presence is near. And then I... Then when It does, then it'll be different. Then we will call the prayer line. But in order to pass by here, I want to lay my hands on people when I know that the Holy Spirit is here. It might be, something just left the people.

L-31 And now, I--I have give you some little experience inside my life, of especially in love. Many times at our home, the people pile in there and everything. It's a whole lot better to be in a meeting than it is to be at home, because there's people... I've seen as many as seventeen, eighteen car loads, when I get up at morning, setting up-and-down the--the lane where I live. And all the hotel's full, and the motel's full, and everybody scream and cry. You know what that means. You come in, and so weary you hardly know where you're at.
I woke up here not long ago right out in the middle of the floor holding a pillow in my arms saying, "Only believe, brother. That's the only thing you have to do, is just believe." My wife woke me up. My, I was out in the floor just so--so tore up, you know, and tired; I just couldn't go any farther. And I had this pillow in my hand saying, "Now, just believe, brother. That's all you have to do." See?
And oh, I don't know. It gets pretty rough. So but, what it is, is I'm trying to do something for Him. I want to represent Him to the people.

L-32 And then, here sometime ago... I will tell you a little story that you might not think was just right. I come in the room where the kitchen, and the whole house had been piled full, this room, that room, down stairs, and everywhere, and--and then when I was getting through, along about from early that morning... It was about five o'clock, we'd been turning everybody away. The boys at the gates and so forth, they keeping the people away. And I went out into the kitchen; there my wife sit out there crying as hard as she could cry. Two little girls, they was setting on in the floor and fighting over their blocks, and the house all tore up. Everything that Meda said, my wife said, "Billy, I am going wild." She said, "These children hasn't had a bite to eat all day long. The kitchen's standing full, the house standing full. And oh," she said, "I..." Thirty-five years old, and snow-white headed, and it... Stand between me and the public.
And I said, "Well, honey," I said...
She said, "Oh, why, I just don't know what to do." And the poor little fellow, I felt sorry for her.


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