<TITLE>17. Par 39-41</TITLE>L-39 Here not long ago, I was down here in Florida in a meeting. And there was some kind of a duchess, or something there, I guess he called it, some kind of a woman: Duchess? Or she'd let them have a piece of ground out there. And back in behind the tent Dr. Bosworth said--said, "Brother Branham, the Duchess wants to see you back there."
I said, "The who?"
He said, "The Duchess."
I said, "Well, who's she?"
He said, "Well, she's the great woman here."
I said, "There's a lot of sick people out there too." I said, "She's no more than those sick people. If I'm going to see anybody, let me see some of the sick out there."
And he said, "Well," he said, "you see, she's a great woman." Well, they had her, the manager and them had her standing right in the road, and when I got back there... I'm not making no remark of this woman, I don't mean to. But to see what I mean. A great big woman standing there with a enough jewel on her to send fifty missionaries overseas, great big fat hand. She had a pair of glasses on, sticking out like this on a stick. And when she come out like that, she looked over this stick, and said, "Are you Dr. Branham?"
I said, "No, ma'am."
And she said, "Well, Dr. Branham," she said, "I'm charmed to meet you." And she raised her hands up like that, just putting on the dog that's all. Held her big old fat hand up like that; she said, "I'm charmed to meet you."

L-40 I got a hold of her hand, and said, "Well, get it down here, so I'll know you when I see you again." I don't like that old put-on, trying to be something when you're nothing. After all, what are you? If you're duchess, or whatever you are, you're six foot of dirt. You're not borned again of the Spirit of God, you're hell bound as much as martin is to his box; no matter who you are. You're the President, or a king, or whoever you may be, we're all six foot of dust. You're going right back there. Putting on a lot of stuff when you're nothing. That's right. Clothes looked like she had been poured into them, and not enough to go in an aspirin box, or wad a shotgun, and standing there looking like that, like she was somebody. That don't mean anything. Just a little old time here on earth, you got to lay down and leave it, every bit. Yes, sir. A duchess? Put on something like that?

L-41 People don't even know... Used to be, a long time ago, we'd go out, and... If the neighbor, when we was on the farm, and--and somebody got sick, we'd go over and cut the corn, and cut the wood and bring it in. And now days, why, you don't even know your neighbor's dead, 'less you read in the paper. There's something wrong. Brotherly love has ceased. It's awful.
Here the other day, I went downtown with my wife. And there was some lady said, "How do you do, Sister Branham?"
I looked over to Meda; I said, "Well, you didn't speak to that woman."
She said, "Yes, I did."
And I said, "Well, I didn't hear you."
She said, "I smiled."
I said, "Oh, that little old silly grin." I said, "That's not speaking to anybody. Get out there on the street and shake her hand and say, 'Hello, sister, I'm glad to meet you.'" Amen.
Brother, that's what... Get back to the old fashion hewing line again, where men are--Christians are Christians and men and woman live like they ought to. Amen.


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