<TITLE>08. Par 33-36</TITLE>L-33 And then, when I held the leg over a little bit, and I... Mrs. Wood said, "Brother Branham, what are you going to do with her."
I said, "I don't know."
He said, "Well, you had better kill her, and just take them little ones and kill them, 'cause they got a round mouth, they can't nurse, and they'll die nursing from her.
And I said, "I just can't do it."
And she said, "I thought you was a hunter."
I said, "I'm a hunter, but I'm not a killer."
And she said, "Why, you don't mean that." She thought she was right. And humanely she was. She said, "You're going to let them suffer like that."
I said, "I don't know why, Mrs. Wood, but I just can't kill her."
Said. "Let my husband, Banks, kill her."
I said, "No, I can't let him do it."
Said, "Then you're going let her lay there and die like that."
I said, "I guess that's what it'll be."
I raised her up like that with the rake and those little opossums, she cupped them up right quick, and run up in front of my door and collapsed and went over.
Then with her were collapsing, we shook her to know whether she was dead or not. She said, "And you're going to let them little babies drink that old milk from her and die a horrible death."
I said, "I guess so."

L-34 So all day people coming and going; night come, she was still laying there. Well, Mr. Wood come up to get me away from the crowd, take me a little riding. Visions making you weak... And I drove out to the country a little bit, after while when we come back about eleven o'clock, there laid the old mother opossum laying there. And anyone knows if she was ever going to move, she'd move when the sun went down. She'd took off. But there she was laying there. And my wife said, "Billy, are you going to let her die like that?"
I said, "I guess she's already dead." I said, "Look at them little babies nursing." Said, "They're starving." Said, "Probably they can't get no milk with her being dead."
I kicked on her a few times, and the foot touching her, and I seen a little grin on the side of her face like, and I said, "She's not dead." We went in.

L-35 Billy, my boy, he come in about midnight, been fishing. And he seen her laying there. All night long I couldn't get it off my mind. The next morning I went out real early, and I looked, and there laid my old opossum, dew all over her, those little ones still nursing. And I had happened to look, standing by my side, and my little girl, Rebekah, very spiritual child, just saw her first vision just a little bit ago.
And she said, "Daddy, what are you going to do with that old mother opossum? Is she dead?" I said, "I don't know, honey." I said, "You oughtn't to be out here that early. Run on in the house." I said...?... just with her old pajamas on. I said, "Run on in the house and go to bed. Daddy's coming back."

L-36 I went into my den room. I set down, begin to rub my forehead like that, my head down. I don't know what you think about this. That's up to you and God. But something said to me, "What are you going to do about her?"
I said, "I don't know." I wasn't thinking. And I said, "Oh, I don't want to kill her."
"Why," It said, "you preached the sermon about her yesterday, of being a real mother."
I said, "Yes, that's right."
"Well," said, "she's laid at your door for twenty-four hours waiting for her turn to be prayed for, and you've never said a word about it."
I said, "Well, I didn't know..." I said, "Who am I talking to anyhow?" I shook my head, and I thought, "That was a voice." And I thought, "Oh, God, You guide the eagle to the pathless air; a sparrow cannot fall to the street without You knowing about it. You mean that you guided that poor ignorant opossum up to this...?... here." I said, "Forgive Your stupid servant."


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