<TITLE>10. Par 30-31</TITLE>L-30 Then instead of trying to fight, and beat, and smack them hornets, there was some kind of a godly love come up over me and I thought, "Poor little fellows. You got a right to build a nest. That's the way God made for you to protect yourself, and I disturbed you, and I'm sorry that I did it. If I had it to do over again, I wouldn't disturb you. I didn't mean to do it, but," I said, "I'm the servant of the Lord and His sick children have me pray for them. I got to hurry and mow this yard. Now, if you little creatures of God, in the Name of Jesus Christ go back to your nest. I'll not bother you."
And what was it? It was that I prayed, or I could've been stung to death. And the love of God that give me a new heart, the projecting of love came forth, and sovereign grace taken over. What could tell those hornets, peace...?... And every hornet broke his circle...?... and lined up like a military does its soldiers and went right straight back into their nest.
What was it? I couldn't speak to the hornets. I had no way of speaking to them. How could I keep them from stinging me? I was at the end. But I had love. God gave love to those hornets, and I spoke to them in myself, and the Holy Spirit and sovereign grace guided those hornets right back into their nest.

L-31 Not far down the road, where a Guernseys there at Henryville one day, this big old bull out here killed a colored man at Burke's farm out here, killed a colored man. Almost killed that...?... boy the same way, throwed him out barn...?... I didn't know. I was patrolling. Supposed to pack a gun. I didn't have it.
One day crossing out there, I was going to go over and pray for some sick person. I went across that field not thinking about that bull being in that field. And I got way out in the middle of the field, what happened? First thing you know I was out by a clump of bushes this big spotted bull his long horns like that, and he let out a roar. I knew that was that killer. I looked back. I was too far from the fence, about two hundred yards; and he wasn't standing thirty or forty feet from me. There he stood, threw his horns down, let out a great bawl. I didn't have no gun or oak tree to get into. I couldn't go back to the fence.
I thought, "Well, this is the end. Bill Branham, here's where you meet your doom to be mauled to death, going to death out here in the field. And I stood there, but all of a sudden something begin to settle down...?... the glory of God. Something come into my heart right there. I just loved that poor animal. It's not that poor animal. It's the devil that makes it do it, and I only know one thing...?...


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