<TITLE>14. Par 43-44</TITLE>L-43 When the Church of the living God gets to a place and get out of its little old isms and sensations, until it can display the real genuine love of God, then you'll be the salt of the earth that'll create a thirst in the heart of the sinner, that'll make him want to be like you. God grant it to every disbeliever tonight, as we bow our heads.
"This is My beloved Son; hear ye Him," the heart of God.
Dear Jesus, as my mind slips back to that little opening upon the top of the--or the side of the mountain that day, some twelve, fourteen years ago, near that place called Pond of Safety, to see that old mother deer that she could not help it; she was a mother by nature. God, she had to display her love, her gallant love, because it was her nature.
O Jesus, there's people in this building tonight, that's joined church years ago, maybe some of them has not, but they're human beings that You projected Your Son to them, and the love of God to them. And they just cold formally joined the church, or maybe neglected it altogether. But they've always wanted the time that when they could have the real thing. They've had their ups-and-downs and ins-and-outs. God, grant to every person tonight, while Your great Presence is here, that they will accept Jesus, the Saviour, and let Him place into their nature, into their character, the characteristics of Jesus Christ, that they might love one another, and love You so much, that they'll go home, and act like Christians, and live like Christians, have fellowship with all Christians, and be Your children, and be such in the neighborhood, until as that mother deer displayed the love of a mother, and one unbeliever to Christ, may they display the salt of the Kingdom of God in Christian love, until they'll win their neighbors and all around them to the Christ of God. Grant it, Father, Thou knowest the heart of man. Please, Holy Spirit, move into this audience and touch every heart just now.

L-44 While we have our heads bowed, our eyes closed, this may be the last time that God will ever touch at your heart. "Oh," you say, "I belonged to church for years, Brother Branham." That's not what I mean. "Oh, I have danced in the Spirit, Brother Branham." That's isn't still what I mean." "Brother Branham, I've spoke with tongues; I've had the interpretations. I've even prayed for the sick, and they got well." That's still isn't what I mean, friend. I'm meaning the love of God, something in your heart that just makes you just puts Christ first in everything.
If you haven't got it, will you do something tonight? Would you raise up your hand, not to me, but to God, and say, "God, give me the Christian love for the brethren, for the church, that that mother deer had in mother love for the baby?"
Would you raise your hand to Him? God bless you, lady. God bless you, sir. God bless you. God bless. That's right. Too innumerable to count at the time, hundred or more hands up in here of people. That's right, God bless you. God bless you, there, sure. Is there another? God bless you, you, lady, you, you. Yes, young man, God bless you, honey. God bless you, sir, here. God bless you, lady. You, brother. Be reverent, everybody. God bless you, lady. Let the Holy Spirit do the talking now. Same One that was here last night that knows the secret of the heart, is revealing it right into your heart now, telling you, "Yes, you ought to put up your hand. You know you've got enough temper to--it's spoiled you. You've never got rid of this. You've never got rid of your lust and love of worldly things. You know you don't put God first." That's your Teacher. That's your Teacher trying to tell you. Don't you want Him? Don't you want that kind of an experience with God, where love constrains you to do all the things for Christ?


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