<TITLE>07. Par 52-62</TITLE>L-52 His people are having a jubilee. Tens of thousands of them around the world are shouting the victory.
I have watched this old cold formal church-joining. I can imagine someone saying... I'll show you the discard of it.
Here, as soon as the First War was over, a message was coming down the road here, come into a Greyhound bus. They said, "What's all the noise? What's it all about?"
And one of them said, "Looky here, here's the paper. The war has just ceased."
And everybody crying and shouting, but one woman said, "Oh, my, why did it have to end like that?" Said, "If it could just have lasted a few days longer," said, "John and I had been setting on easy street." Said, "We'd have been sitting there."
There was a man standing in the back--in the middle of the bus; got that woman, and almost throwed her through the door. And when the police arrested the man, he said, "The reason I done it," he said, "that woman had nobody over there that she was concerned about. But I've got two boys over there." He said, "I couldn't hold my emotions."

L-58 Oh, brother. I've got a father over yonder. I got loved ones over yonder. It's something to me, when Jesus conquered. I got a wife. I got a baby. I got loved ones. That great mighty Conqueror. You can call me holy-roller, a religious fanatic, whatever you want to. But when I think of that great war, it's settled; the price is paid; the victory's won. Jesus rose from the dead, the final seal of His Messiahship, that it's all over. He's alive this morning with the keys of death and hell. I got loved ones that's across the border yonder. I'm on this grand old highway, walking up to see them. Don't think I'm crazy. Oh, but I'm so happy it's all settled. It's a finished work.
Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever;
Someday He's coming, O glorious day!

L-59 This blessed old baptism of the Holy Spirit to guide us up this marvelous old highway, oh, how glorious It is. How could I ever be ashamed of It? I stand with Saint Paul this morning, saying this, "I'm not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, for It is the power of God unto salvation." It's the power over sickness. It's the power over death. It's the power over the grave.
When that stern old apostle come to the end of his road, and they dug his grave out there, and death was facing him in the face, he laughed right in the face of it. He said, "Death, where is your sting? Grave, where is your victory?" Then he shouted the praises of God, "But thanks be to God Who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." The mightiest Conqueror that ever lived, the mightiest Conqueror that ever died, for He was the only One Who could conquer: die and conquer death itself, and rise again in triumph. He proved what He was. It was the last seal of His Messiahship.

L-62 And now, by chance, if there would be someone in this building this morning, who's a lukewarm church member, and don't know the joy of the battle being over... People shout, people rejoice, people weep. You say, "What's the matter with them?" They know it's a finished thing. It's all over. Sure. We are [Brother Branham claps his hands--Ed.] beating the bands. We're screaming the trumpets, and the Gospel is a-going out. The glory and power of God is known. And it's a finished work; the treaty is signed. Glory to God. Christ signed it in His Own Blood. The battle's over. The victory's won. I never won it; He won it. I'm just happy about it. My.


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