<TITLE>05. Par 14-17</TITLE>L-14 Well, let us pray now. Our heavenly Father, we so humbly come to Thee this morning. God, I'm glad that I woke up about twenty-five years ago to the fact that--that happiness does not consist of the things of this world. It consists of the eternal things, what makes us happy in our soul. And how thankful I am this morning, and grateful to You, for Your salvation and Your grace that's permitted me, Lord, to see around a million souls kneel at the altar.
O God, some glorious day when I cross over, I hope to see them all shining there as stars. My brethren here, my sisters, this morning, each one feels the same way. There were a part in that, Lord, by their prayers, and supplications, and holding onto God, praying, talking to others, and speaking highly of the things of God. And we trust today, God, if there be any in here that's not just where they should be, or not yet accepted Christ as they should have, may this be the day that their one, immortal, eternal decision will be made to serve You. Grant it, Father.
May every Christian in here, may their heart burn within them to go out somewhere in the hedges and highways and to bring in lost souls, no matter how humble it is. They might bring in one soul that would bring in a million behind it. We don't know what we're doing. Till sometimes these little mothers wonder, Lord. But they never know what they're speaking of when they're talking to a young person, or some old person, or something about their soul. Grant, Lord.

L-15 Now, get into the Word, Lord. You are in the Word. And give us faith to make the Word live and act today in our lives and our beings. For we ask it in His Name and for His glory. Amen.

L-16 I'm not sure whether it was Dwight Moody. I believe it was, the shoe cobbler of Boston. One day, a little woman in the early Methodist days, she wanted to do something for the Lord. So she was washing. And she saved her money to get a dollar and a half, I believe, to have an old preacher to come preach for her. And she had to rent a livery stable for a quarter, or something for that night, cleaned out the stable, and put the--a little wash bench down for an altar.
And just to show you how simple it is to you housewives now... You say, "Oh, Brother Branham, if I could preach." You don't have to. You just. Your testimony, your influence, your life... And she got some tracts and went out in the corner, advertising the meeting, and passing them out. Every time somebody'd get a hold of it, they'd throw it down. "Holy-roller, fanatic," walk on. See?

L-17 A little old boy come by with ragged trousers, his daddy's suspenders up over his shoulders, hair hanging down his face, said, "Lady, what you giving away?"
Said, "A tract, son." She handed it to him like that.
He looked at it, said, "I can't read."
Said, "Well, it says there'll be a meeting tonight up here."
Oh, said, "It will? You mind if I come?"
Said, "You want? You must come, honey, if you can."
"All right. I'll do that."
That night after all of her efforts and weak. The old faithful minister come, got into the pulpit, and prayed, sung a song, him and the lady. She set out in his audience. After while, staggered in the door, was that little ragged-looking kid with the hair hanging down in his face. You know who that was? Dwight Moody. That night he knelt at the altar: sent a million souls to God.
See, you don't know what you're doing. Speak a little word for Jesus, testify, sing, or pray. And like bread upon the water, it will return to you someday. That's right. All right. Just remember; don't fail. Don't fail. Win some souls. Whatever, you do, win souls.


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