<TITLE>16. Par 74-78</TITLE>L-74 That's what we listen for today. Let me close by saying this. There will come a time, that when your wondering soul has been taken from your body, and it's in its destination somewhere, wondering yonder in darkness or either into the bosoms of God. That voice will speak again. And the Bible said, "That all those that are in the grave shall hear His voice and shall come out. Some shall come to everlasting shame and contemptment. And others shall come forth to everlasting peace and joy."

L-75 This morning might be the time that you make up your mind, whether you're going to listen to what the television says, or what the paper says, or what the theologians say, or what God said. Let me tell you as a people; don't you listen to what anything says, but what God says. Wait on that still small voice, and He will change you.
You say, "I'd like to believe, Brother Branham. I wished I could believe. I wished I could do certain things." But you can't. Why? You don't get quiet long enough. You don't get into a place to where the--the doubts are all gone. When you enter into the place where the doubts have passed away, then you'll be free and you can hear the voice of God speaking, "Child of Mine, I am your Saviour. Child of Mine, I am your Healer. You don't have to do these things. I died that you might be free." But as long as you're down here in this vibration, mixed up with all kinds of voices, just whirl away from all of them.

L-76 Reminds me of a time, when I was up in the mountains once. And I shall never forget them experiences. And here about ten years ago, or hardly so long. I was helping Mr. Jefferies on the roundup. And when I... they was a... I was having salt on the horses. And I was taking them to certain licks where I could lay them out where the cattle would know to come, way back seventy miles almost from civilization, or, I mean about thirty miles, thirty-five, maybe forty miles to Kremmling, Colorado, to where you hit into a little city by population about seven or eight hundred people.

L-77 And I had my horse, and I'd--the saddle bags I'd unloaded and... We look at the--watch the cattle through the binoculars. And had I'd hooked my horse to a--a limb, and the trailers was behind him, which is the horse... The bail horse was in front.
And I went up on the hills and it was so pretty. It was springtime. And I was looking across the valleys, watching the little ripples of water way in the distance. And as I watched, it was in the mid afternoon. And I seen something that stirred me.
I seen an old mother taking her babies from her nest, and old eagle bird. And she fluttered around over them till she got them on her wings, and they'd been out of the nest before. But she took them down into the valley; they'd never been down there before; they're just learning to fly. So she let them off. And they went along picking on the grass, and tumbling over one another, just as care free as they could be.

L-78 And while setting there, I thought, "Now, isn't that just like a group of a real believing Christians?" They're care free. Why was they care free? They didn't have to fear anything, because mama had went right on back up, and set down on a rock to watch them. Oh, that just changes it so.
When you get to thinking, "What will Pastor So-and-so think if I happen to get the Holy Spirit? What will Bishop So-and-so say?" I don't care what they say. Jesus died, and He's climbed the ramparts of glory, and He sets in the heavens of the heavens. There ain't nothing going to bother you. His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me. And He watches you.


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