<TITLE>14. Par 44-47</TITLE>L-44 And as he was looking towards the west, the old darkie walking along there, he touched the parson on the shoulder. The preacher looked around, and he seen that old Gabe. And the tears was running down his cheeks, and he said, "Parson, today is Saturday. And tomorrow morning you're going to find me at the mourner's bench. And I'm going to get me a seat by the side my dear wife, back there in that church. There I'll remain faithful till God takes my life.
The parson was so happy to hear that. He said, "Gabe, you know that I appreciate that. I love to hear you say that, Gabe, but what caused the sudden change? Was it the sermon I preached? Was it the things that I've talked to you about the goodness of the Lord?
He said, "No, Parson, coming right around that bend down yonder, I felt something knock at my heart." He said, "You know, Parson, I--I couldn't hit a barn." He said, "I'm the poorest shot in the country. And yet, just look how many on me. They're rabbits and birds that I got myself." He said, "He must love me or He wouldn't have give them to me." A little, simple thing like that and a knock of Christ at the heart. "Gabe, I was on your gun sight today."

L-45 What about you tonight? What about you that drove up in nice cars? What about you that go to the fine churches? What about you that's setting here in good health and not like that little child laying there, twisted around on his cot. What about you, young lady, that's setting here in good health, to every little sick girl in the building there, little spastic looking child, girl... Don't you know that's God knocking on your heart to say...?... It's His goodness...?... yesterday.

L-46 I stood a few months ago in Bombay, India, where I was preaching to nearly half a million souls, and seeing them little mothers and their little babies, their little bellies swelled out, dying with hunger. The...?... garbage that you raked out on the can would feed them. Don't you know that's God knocking at your heart? And here you will say, "Well, I belong to church, Brother Branham..." Prejudice, indifferent--the door closed. Oh, if this entire group of about a thousand people here tonight...?... count so many, if you would open every door in your heart to Jesus Christ tonight there'd be a revival break through in these next few nights that would set the newspaper headlines...?... Christ would come.
He wants that. That's God's desire tonight above everything, is to have His church one. Knocking at your door. Fine ministers, fine clothes, fine cars, fine jobs, no wonderful Christ standing at the door. Why don't you let Him in. Let Him come in. Let us bow our heads, just a moment.

L-47 Let every eye be closed if you will. I just wonder, just before we have prayer, is there some in here would raise your hand and say, "Brother Branham, I ain't raising my hand to you. I'm raising it to God, because I--I felt that somewhere along, the last few days, I've heard a little knocking on my door. I haven't lived the life that I should, Brother Branham. I been prejudice. I'm a church member. I--I should have done better; I know I should. And I've fussed at my neighbors. I've argued with different churches about their doctrine. I've--I've sold it... I've--I've not lived the way I should. I--I know I shouldn't have done the things that I've done, but by God's grace I'm going to let the doors open tonight. I'm going to let Him be my Lord from this hour on. And I'm going to mean this, Brother Branham. I'm not raising my hand to you, I'm raising my hand to Christ. I will come, Lord." And let me remember you in prayer. Quietly now, while everybody's in prayer. Would you just raise your hands all over the building...?... and that's it. Set quiet.

