<TITLE>11. Par 91-96</TITLE>L-91 Stand up in Switzerland and name the name of Arnold von Winkelried, you'll see tears run down their cheeks. Why? He saved their land. That was a great hero deed. It's seldom compared with, and never exceeded in this earth.
But, oh, it was a little thing to what happened one day when Adam's race stood, demons marching in from every side; prophets had failed; law had failed; sacrifice of bulls and lambs had failed; man's nature had failed, everything. And Adam's little race stood defeated, outnumbered by devils, superstitions, sickness, diseases. There was One stepped out in heaven and said, "This day I'll die for Adam's race." He came to the earth and was made flesh. He looked right down where the midst of the spears was the darkest. The very darkest of all man's dreads was death, and He took death into His bosom. And on Calvary He paid the sacrifice and screamed, "Make a way for Liberty!"

L-93 And He screams to His Church, "Take This which I have left you, My Blood and My Spirit, and fight with ever what you've got." We can conquer tonight through That, friend. You can drive the devil from you. Every old enemy that's in your life, it can be drove out by the Blood and the Spirit of Christ, and you can stand perfect in His Presence. Christ made the way.
Could you do as much as lift your arm to Him and say, "Forgive me"? God bless you, brother. Someone else, "Be merciful to me, God, I now confess my wrongs"?
Is there some lukewarm church members who go to church every day, and maybe try to be as pious as can be, but yet you know that temper, and indifference, and selfishness, habits cling you down till you don't have victory? Would you want to be cleansed by the Blood tonight from all of that? "For the worshipper once purged has no more conscience..." Would you like to lift your hand, you church member? God bless you, lady. Lift your hands and say, "Brother Branham, remember me in prayer." God bless you, lady. That's right. That's a real... That's a real thing to do. God bless you back there, sir.

L-96 Someone else lift your hand, say, "Be merciful to me, God. I know I profess Christianity, but I don't live it. I know I don't. And in my heart I'm really not right with You. I want to be one of God's elected. I feel in my heart that I am, but I've never laid aside the weights that does so easily beset me. And I want to lay them aside tonight, and by God's grace, I'll do it. Pray for me." Would you raise your hand? God bless you, lady. Someone else. Just a...?... we're waiting.
While we're waiting quietly, everyone now with your heads bowed in prayer, softly hum this now.
There is a Fountain filled with Blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's vein,
And sinners plunged beneath His...
Lose all their guilty stain, lose...
Won't you think it over just now? Don't try to wash it off. Christ is on your hands. Pilate tried it, this morning, along about six o'clock; but his hands are still bloody, guilty bloody. You know what happened to him. He went up in Switzerland many years later, lost his mind, plunged hisself to death in a pool of water. This morning in Switzerland, hundreds of people come to watch the scene; blue water boils up from the bottom of that big hole of water. They do it every year. It's an old legend, they say that God refused water to cleanse his hands.


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