<TITLE>07. Par 22-25</TITLE>L-22 Oh, my. So many things that our Lord has done. I wonder sometimes when it's all over... And we have to work today. You know, I'd like to come down to each one of you and shake your hand. I'd like to go down to your house, and spend a little time with you, talk with you. I wished I could do that. I can't. You'd be surprised, perhaps as many people as set in this building visit my house in a run of two or three days. See? And it's just everywhere; hotel's lay full. People from all over the world coming in from Finland, from Germany, from--from India, from Austria, from everywhere (See?), coming in to be prayed for from all over the world.
And therefore, I must be going from place to place. But here's one appointment I want to make with you people at Sturgis. I hope someday I can get back, sometime when we can have this little Assembly of God Church, and this other church, and all the churches around to cooperate together, and come in, and have a healing campaign. Until that time, if I never meet you again, someday where we'll won't have a healing service, never need one no more... At the other side of the river I want to meet you there. I will have the same testimony then I have now: saved by the grace of God. That's right. Saved by His grace...

L-23 And I know this. That one day I've got to come to the end of the road. I don't know when it will be. Most all Branhams, when they get old, many of them has lived to be old. My grandmother was a hundred and ten. My grandfather lived to be ninety-eight on my father's side. My grandfather, on my mother's side, just died a few years ago, about five years ago at around ninety something. But my father died at fifty-two; drinking killed him.
But I may live to be old. Usually they--when they get old, they get the palsy, shake, when they get old. That's just the nature of Branhams. Like it was the nature for Isaac to be blind, and Jacob went blind, and so forth like that. It's just the nature of our family.

L-24 And someday maybe with the gray beard hang--hairs hanging around my face, and I'm an old man; I've come to the end of the road, and I know the time is coming; I'm at the banks of the river; I can hear the breakers a roaring and know that I got to go over; I want to look back down through every briar pile that I've come through, and every mountain that I climbed, and see that I've tired to leave the footsteps of the Lord Jesus.
Then what I want to do is take off the helmet of salvation, lay down the shield, take the old sword and stick it back in the sheath of eternity, cry with all my heart, as I'm leaning on my stick, a shaking, "Push out the lifeboat, Lord, 'cause I'm coming home this morning." I believe I'll be there one day. I'll meet you. Till then, may God's richest blessings be with you.

L-25 Remember, if I can ever be a favor to you, write to me. I'll do anything I can to help you. I've often said, "People, I'd come; the night with..." But I can't do that. It's just too many. It's thousands times thousands. You see? I'm sure you wouldn't understand. So it's--it's a--it's... I can't do that.
And I don't tell you to write to me, radio evangelists and things, which is perfectly all right. They want people to write so they can get their address and for money. We never use a penny of money out... God knows that.


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