<TITLE>08. Par 30-32</TITLE>L-30 We who call ourselves Christians, we let Jesus in and say, "Oh, I'm a Christian." And you can be prayed for, anointed, or do what God says do, or He can do some miracle before you, and you can see it, and if you're not healed instantly, "Well, that's it. I never got it. I'll come back the next time."
You see, it isn't faith. You have to let Him in. Say, "Lord, here's the door. Come in and take a hold." Then when He walks in there, it's settled forever.
"I stand at the door and knock." He's trying to get into that little door of faith. If He can only work His way in there, then it's a settled thing.

L-31 When I'm going with the twenty-five cents in my hand, it's just as good as the bread to me, for I've got the purchase power of the--the substance that I want. And when faith takes its hold in a heart, there's nothing can shake it. The work is finished. God has settled it. It's forever done.
I go down the street. I cross over the river. I go through the briar patch. I'm getting hungrier all the time. I haven't got the bread yet, but all the time I'm going I'm rejoicing, because I've got the purchase power and the assurance that the bread belongs to me. Oh, blessed be His holy Name. When I...
Before I get there I may have cramps, I'm so hungry. I may get delirious till I'm fighting my way through the bushes like a mad man. But as long as I'm holding the twenty-five cents, the bread's got to come. There you are.
As long as that faith's anchored, doctors may turn me down, all, everything, but I'll be there. I'll be healed. God said so. I'll let Him in to my door of heart. My faith was given to Him and He gave me the promise, and nothing will interfere with it. It's there, faith, the door of faith.
How many Christians keep Him out? How many Pentecostal people keep Him out of that door of faith? How many Baptists, how many Presbyterian, Methodist? That door... Oh, there's many doors.

L-32 One more I should speak of and that's the door to your eyes. He said, "Thou art blind and don't know it." He's speaking of the church today, spiritually blind.
I was speaking the other day (which this I cannot say publicly.), but to Brother Sothmann there and many others, Leo and Gene and them... "What's this coming to?" I said. Why can't the people see these things? Why can't they understand? Even that picture should shake the nations. But not even a--not even a newspaper could pack it.
What did George J. Lacy say, of the FBI? Said, "Mr. Branham, that'll be on ten-cent stores some of these days, but not while you're living." It never echoed. It never answered till the other day. I thought, "Truly."
Think of the maniac in Portland. Think of the witch doctors in India. Think of the little fish, Brother Wood, on the river. Think of the things that's infallible, the proofs.
And yet, I can't even go out hardly and hold a big campaign, held back. Something will let go, but it holds back. What is it? They never knew Elijah till he was gone. They never knew many of them. They never knew who John was till he was beheaded. They never knew Jesus to be the Saviour of the world until He was crucified and raised again.


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