<TITLE>08. Par 22-24</TITLE>L-22 Well, I had in my mind that something was going to take place at home. I have a mixed audience, but I want you to understand this. We're a little skeptic of kitties. I guess they're all right, but I--I just don't care too much for cats: none of the Branhams. So we... all--all... We never had one around the house. So my little girl and little neighbor girl come up.
And she said, "Oh, daddy, someone has poisoned a poor cat." And said, "It's frothing out here. Won't you let us keep it?" Said, "We've got it in a box."
And I looked. I seen the condition. So I said, "All right. Just put it in the shed. And of course, the next morning we had a bunch of kittens. And my little boy, Joseph, kinda--kind of a rough, little fellow, he picked one of the little kittens up and squeezed it so hard till he squeezed the breath from the little fellow. And he threw him down, didn't know what to do with him.  And I thought, "You know, maybe the Lord's going to raise that little kitten. It's probably died, and He's going to raise it up."
Well, Brother Banks said, "That would be wonderful." And the other Brother Wood said, Brother Lyle, had just been converted, and I had just baptized him, and he had received the baptism of the Holy Spirit.

L-23 And so, we let it go, and all of that night and caught no fish. The next morning we pulled into a little cove, and were going to try to catch some large sunfish to go home. While I was setting there casting a line, couldn't get a bite. And Mr. Lyle Wood pulled real hard till he let his line lay too long, and a little sunfish about that long, little green-looking fellow... You call them here "bream," I believe. Oh, he had swallowed that big hook all the way down in his little belly.
And so Mr. Wood looked up and said, "Looky there, all the way down." And he just got a hold of the line wrapped around and pulled. And when he did, the little belly come out, the stomach; part of the gills come out. He pulled the hook out. He looked at him and throwed him over in the water. He flopped two or three times and turned his little fins out, turned over sideways.
He said, "Little fellow, you shot your wad." And the winds a blowing, floated the little fellow back to the...?... We set; we fished for some, oh, I guess to say, half hour.
And I was... I said, "It's strange, we better move to another location, because the fish are not biting here."
And Brother Bank Wood said, "Let me just try once more." He threw--threw his line over behind some pad.

L-24 And I was setting there, looking at that little fish laying back in the trash there on the water, been dead for some half hour, with his little belly out of his mouth and his gills had done turned white. And I was fishing there.
Now, this may seem fiction, but truth is more stranger than fiction. And as I looked at the little fellow, just then coming down the hollow in those mountains, I heard like a wind. And it come swooping down. And all a sudden It covered me over. And I'd just been talking on this Scripture with them. And just then Something said to me, "Call for that little fish." And before I knew...
Brother Banks said, "What's the matter, Brother Branham, you're white?"
And I said, "Little fishy, your creator, Jesus Christ, makes you alive. And as I'm standing in this sacred pulpit, over the Holy Bible as my witness, God, if that little fish...?... to hisself, swam through the water just as hard as he could go, perfectly well.
Mr. Lyle just pitched plumb over in the boat. He said, "Brother Branham, that's a rebuke to me because I said to the little fellow, 'You shot your wad.' I...?... for that."
I said, "No, Brother Wood. He just showed how simple He can work here. He's concerned about everything: the fishes, the...?... He's the God of the harvest. He's the God of all eternity. It's His Word.


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