<TITLE>11. Par 23-27</TITLE>L-23 But my time is getting away, so I want to say this. Some time ago up in the lovely green mountains of New Hampshire... As all of you know, I love to go into the mountains to hunt, not so much for the animal, but to be alone with God. Every person wants to be alone with God.
You remember the sweet peace you used to have when you'd get alone with God. That's all been taken from you now. Why? Because you did something to grieve the Dove away. You'll just come back to be a lamb, He will come back.

L-24 Notice, and I got acquainted with a hunter up there. And I do that many times and leave... I led many, many rough cowboys and woodsmen to Christ by going with them in the woods. And this fellow was the most brutal hunter I ever seen. He would just shoot little fawns, and--and does, and a dozen of them a year if he could find them. And I said to him, "Burt, that's wrong. You shouldn't do that. You got a hard heart."
And he said, "Preacher, you just got a chicken heart." Said, "Your preachers are too chicken hearted."
I said, "But, Burt, there's plenty of old, big, male animals here that the law says that you can shoot, and you shouldn't do those things, those poor little fawns and so forth."
He said, "Aw, go on, you soft preacher."

L-25 And he made himself a little, old whistle or call, and he could impersonate a little fawn crying just as perfect as I ever heard it. So one day with him up in the mountains, he was setting down in a bunch of bushes, and I got next to him talking to him about the Lord Jesus. And he just wanted to show off, just to show me he would do it anyhow. Like a lot of us Pentecostal people do. You see? "I'll not have anything to do... I'll show you what I'll do." That's the way you get in trouble with God, right then.
He set down and jerked out this call and let out the most saddest scream like a little fawn crying. I just set off side of the bush, and to my surprise just across the opening a beautiful doe stepped out.
Oh, she was a pretty animal: her ears sticking up, her nose going. She heard the cry of a baby. She walked a few feet farther. I seen the man raise the rifle, click the safety down. I said, "Oh, God, don't let him do it."

L-26 He raised up the rifle to take aim, and his hand raised up. And the doe was still interested in the cry of the baby. So the doe looked across and saw the hunter, as she looked at the gun pointed at her heart. But did that stop the doe? No, she heard the cry of a baby. Though the gun was at her heart, the cry of a baby meant more than the gun pointed at her heart.
She stepped forward, listening for that cry of a baby, and I noticed the hunter. I seen his hands shaking; I seen his shoulders shaking. He dropped the gun; he run back and throwed his arms around me, said, "Brother Branham, I can't stand it no longer." He saw that display of gallant mother love.
Brother, this world's looking for a display of gallant soldiers of the cross, real heroes that'll stand for God and right. You, Pentecostal people, should give that example.

L-27 As he knelt there trembling and shaking, he said, "Did you see that doe look straight at me in the face, Brother Branham?"
I said, "I did, Burt."
Said, "She wasn't a scared of death."
I said, "Love constrained her to walk into the face of death to protect that baby that you screamed like." I said, "Burt, one day there was a Man came down from heaven. He heard the scream of dying people, and He wasn't afraid to walk into the face of death; and He did it, Burt, for you.
There on his knees with his hands up in the air, he wept his way through till he found the Lord Jesus precious in his heart. And from a brutal wolf, he became a lamb, and the Holy Spirit came to him.


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