<TITLE>16. Par 39-40</TITLE>L-39 And notice, he went three-day's journey and then he looked far off and he seen the mountain which he was to go to, to offer the... Isaac for a sacrifice. Now, a ordinary man can walk, anyhow, twenty-five a miles a day. I've walked thirty a many day. But ordinarily in th--those--these days when you go in your car everywhere you go, but them days they were used to walking. And if--if he went three-day's journey, he was at least seventy five miles back. And then he looked and saw the mountain far off, probably another twenty-five miles. Now he's a hundred miles back from civilization.
I love this: Genesis 22. Fixing to close, listen close. Then when he come close to the mountain, he said to the servants... He took the wood, perfect type of Christ and God. He laid the wood on Isaac's shoulders, took the fire in his hand. And look at this now. Oh, I love this. Oh, He's wonderful. He said, "You stay here, the lad and I are going yonder to worship. The lad and I shall return." Glory. I just had to let that come out.
Look. How did he? The Bible said that he had received him as one from the dead, knowed that God could raise him up from the dead. "How is he going to come back, Abraham? You're going up to kill him. How's he going to return with you?" But he took God's Word, knowing that God had promised him, that through Isaac God was going to do something. He didn't know what. But it wasn't his business to know what. Just walk on.
Well it is... How's God going to heal me? I don't know, but walk on. "How am I going to tell my mother tonight that I got saved?" I can't tell you. "How am I going to tell my associates I received the Holy Spirit and born again?" I can't tell you. Walk on. Just keep going. Move on, laying aside everything, moving on towards Calvary.

L-40 On they went up the mountainside: the little boy with the wood on his shoulder, a type, God giving His only begotten Son in shadow years to follow. But God's showing in there what He would do. Oh, I just love it. And when he got up on top of the hill, he found a big rock for the altar, laid the wood, built the fire. Little Isaac said, "Father."
He said, "Here I am, my son."
He said, "Here's the wood; here's the altar; here's--here's the fire; but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?"
Oh, down that old patriarch's heart, trembling with the knife sticking on his side to take his own son's life, he said, "God will provide Himself a lamb for the offering. It's not my business to argue about it or this that or the other. God will provide. He made the promise."
If He made the promise... "How can I, Brother Branham, when I been paralyzed in this hand?" "How can I when I haven't seen for years?" I don't know, but God made the promise. Oh, my. You get that down in your heart. Let's... Are you Abraham's seed? Let that faith come into you: Abraham's seed.


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