<TITLE>08. Par 31-34</TITLE>L-31 And some of you women will take a five hundred dollar mink coat and go to church on Easter morning with a little certain bonnet sticking up, with your nose up in the air, if it'd rain it would drown you, and then what are you worth? Eighty-four cents.
But, oh, you think you're pretty. But remember there'll come a day. You may be pretty, but you'll be nothing but the skin worms will crawl in and out of that flesh, and maybe by this time next week it'll be doing that. You know what I mean?
Oh, you say, "Mr. Branham, I'm an official here in the city." Somebody else will take your place, and you'll be forgotten when the worms are eating you up.

L-32 And this certain boy said to the other one, he said, "John, we're not worth very much, are we?" Said, "Don't look like we are. We would have to weigh a hundred and fifty pound to be worth eighty-four cents." So they was standing there.
And I tapped them on the shoulder; I said, "Boys, pardon me just a minute." I said, "I was looking too at that because I'm amazed." I said, "I'm under a hundred and fifty pounds."
But I said, "There's just one thing I want to tell you; that's this. You may not even be worth eighty-four cents in chemicals of your body, just enough, oh, whitewash to sprinkle a hen's nest, and a little bit of potash, and so forth. You might not be worth eighty-four cents, but you've got a soul in you that's worth ten million worlds."

L-33 If you went to a restaurant and got a bowl of soup, there was a spider in it, oh, my, how you would fling that back, and your face turn red, and you'd call the proprietor, say, "You want to poison me? A spider in your soup. I'll never eat here again," throw your napkin on the table and walk out, puffed up like a big toad frog eating buckshot. Then you'd...
But you think you're somebody. But then the devil can poke any kind of a old dead religion down your throat, when that soul that's worth ten million dollars, and you receive it. What are you anyhow? Who are you? Where did you come from? And where are you going? All the poets and everything else, we've got no book that tells us but the Bible. It tells who you are, where you come from, what you are, and where you're going. It's God's Looking Glass. You ought to look into It once in a while, instead of so many creeds and so forth. Yes, Jesus wants into that door of your pride.

L-34 Now, you're not going to like me, you women, after this. But this may be our last time meeting. It used to be in the Baptist church, the old Southern Baptist, the one I come out of... Now, you Northern Baptists, I don't know about you.
But I tell you, the old Southern Baptist, we didn't walk up with a dry-eyed confession, get back in the room, and put our name on the book. We'd get down at the altar, and pray, and beat one another on the back till we come through. That's what you need again. We had something; we found Christ.
That's been twenty-nine years ago for me, and I've been preaching twenty-eight years. He gets sweeter each day. It's something that happens. And when Christ comes into your private life, He changes all your life.
And it used to be wrong for our Baptist women to cut their hair, and to wear manicure, or the stuff that you put on your face. I know I say that wrong. But ever what it is: paint. That... It's wrong. And today...


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