<TITLE>16. Par 48-50</TITLE>L-48 And the boy a few... About two years after that I went down, and had been on the train going down. I got off, and went up there to get me a hamburger. They wanted about seventy or eighty cents for it on the plane, and--on the train, and I could buy it for about twenty cents in the little stand. I got off the train and started down. There was a redcap said, "Hello, Parson Branham."
I looked around, and I said, "Good morning, son."
Walked over and said, "Don't you know me?"
I said, "No. I don't believe I do."
Said, "You remember about a few years ago when you come down and prayed for me and my mammy."
I said, "Are you that boy?"
He said, "Yes, sir, Parson Branham." Said, "I's not only healed, but I's saved now. I's a Christian."
Sovereign grace... Yes, sir, brother. I'm telling you; when grace... When God sees love projected, grace has to take its place.

L-49 A few weeks ago at my house, and you remember. Many of you know when that old opossum, laying across there. And this young girl down here had drowned her baby; and when God gave her a baby, and she didn't want to raise him. She wrapped it in a blanket, and throwed it out there, and drowned it in the river. I said, "That is a mother that's lower than a dog. An animal wouldn't do it." And that the sovereign love of God will--could be projected to an animal, how much more can it be projected to a man or a woman. That's right.
And this old mother opossum making her way up that lane. You know the story, and how she come in and laid there at my steps for twenty-four hours, me not even knowing nothing about it. Brother Wood and them, setting back there and Sister Wood with mercy for the thing, said, "Brother Branham, why do you let it suffer, and them poor little baby opossums drinking that old milk from her and her laying there dead." Said, "Why don't you kill them, Brother Branham or destroy the old mother?"
She wasn't quite dead. She was... You could punch her and she'd--you'd get a move out of her. And there she laid there all night.

L-50 And the next day little old Becky there, she come out. She said, "Daddy..." Oh, it was at morning about daylight. She said, "What are you going to do with that opossum, daddy?" Said, "I just been thinking about it all night."
I said, "So have I, Becky." I went down in the room. I said, "Go on back and go to bed, honey. It's too early for you to get up." I'd set out there in the den room, and I thought, "Well," begin to rub my forehead. I thought I had to do something for that old opossum. I don't know what to do."
Then I heard a voice, insomuch, that I wasn't even expecting it. Right there where them apples come down that morning for Brother Hall when he was healed with cancer, there where the sick and afflicted's been healed, I was setting in the little den room. I heard a voice say, "I sent her to you. She's laid like a lady for twenty-four hours for her time to be prayed for, and you've never said a word to Me about it."
I said, "Well, I didn't even know it." I said, "Well, You mean that You--You sent that opossum there?" I thought, "What's the matter with me? Am I talking to myself?" I caught myself talking back to Him.


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