<TITLE>06. Par 19-21</TITLE>L-19 I went into the house here not long ago to visit a person that was sick. And in come little junior, little Oswald. And he walked in; he said, "Mammy, ain't you got my dinner ready yet?"
She said, "Sonny, I been so sick." Said, "This is Brother Branham."
Said, "Well, why ain't you got some dinner ready for me?"
She said, "I been real sick."
Said, "That's no excuse."
She said, "There's an orange."
He took it, looked at it, said, "That's all you can do, blankity-blank..." and threw it against the wall, and the juice run all over the place.
Said, "Junior, behave yourself." And he kicked over something and walked out.
I looked down at the mother. I thought, "Lady, you just give me the privilege for a few minutes. I'll make him think different from that the next time he come in the house."
Oh, how we let down. You're kind of... You're too good to kids nowadays. That's right. You baby them. You can't go beyond the Bible. The Bible says, "If you spare the rod, you spoil the child." And that's right.
Pop used to take the old gun stick. I don't know whether you know what it is, or not, what you used to load your muzzle loader with. [A brother says, "Ramrod."--Ed.] Yeah, ramrod. Right. Brother, I got the education with that thing. He didn't make me walk around him. I...
He's in the grave tonight. When I looked upon him when he was laying there, and the black locks laying around, looked gray, I thought of every one of them, how I honored every whipping I ever got. I never got half enough. That's right. He's my daddy, and I loved him because he tried to make me do right. He was determined that I would do right.

L-20 And now, some of you talk about the illiteracy of the hillbillies up in Kentucky there. But how the old grandmas with their long bonnets and things on... You know what? They could teach some of you city people how to behave yourself. That's right.
Your little Martha Ann come in of a nighttime, and mess-up all over her face, and half drunk, and smoking a cigarette, and blowing it through her nose, and the stomp her foot, and scream at you. Let her do that to one of them old Kentucky mammys one time. She'd top a hickory, boy, or take something, or a barrel slat. When she got through, she'd know who was mammy around there.
If you'd do that, you wouldn't have so many wrong men, and boys and girls in the world tonight. Let one of them strip theirselves in some these old dirty clothes like you let your kids wear out here, little old shorts, and ever what they call them. And let them one time. Uh-huh. You would find out how illiterate they were. She'd beat her till she'd be so full of welts, you couldn't get the clothes over the top of them.
That's what needs to be done tonight. That's right.

L-21 And some of these sissified preachers stand in the pulpit, and let their choir sing, and then go out on the afternoon and stretch out in those things. Shame on you, to call yourself a man of God. You got a wishbone and not a backbone. If you had the Holy Ghost, It'd make you act different from that, and talk different from that, and make you call black black, and white white. Yes, sir. But the trouble of it is... Oh, my, you're so feminish anyhow, little sissy. Why don't you get a backbone, get the Holy Ghost.
John the Baptist was the first one to receive the Holy Ghost, and he walked right up to old Herod, and said, "It's not lawful for you to have your brother's wife."
Brother, that's the way a man filled with the Holy Ghost. When he sees something wrong, he calls it wrong. That's right. Certainly.


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