<TITLE>14. Par 50-53</TITLE>L-50 I'm a hunter. And I know animal life. They say, "Brother Branham, aren't you afraid to walk up to them bear and things with just a knife in your hand?" Certainly not. I know that if you're afraid of that animal, he knows it. You can't bluff him. He knows it. But if you're not afraid, he knows it too. See? And if an animal, by instinct knows that, what does a man?
You can't put on some painted fire. Well, you say, "Oh, I'm a Christian." You paint a fire of something that was. You can't tell a freezing man, "See that great big fire that burned one time, now go get warm by it." Painted fire don't warm. It's got to be the same fire.
We need the fire of God's love in our hearts. We can't get warm by some historical doctrine. We've got to have the Holy Ghost now. The same Spirit that sent Pentecostal fire in the first day is got to be the same Pentecostal fire today, that's burning their hearts, their love; they'd die for one another. They went forth with only one objective: win souls to Christ, one motive: love. That's all.

L-51 I had a friend not long ago. I used to hunt with him up in the north woods. He was one of the best hunters I ever hunted with: Crack shot, good tracker, but the meanest man I ever seen. He was really mean. And he used to tease me, because me being a preacher. And I liked him, because I've won hundreds of such men to Christ, being in the woods.
Now, I liked to hunt with him, because you could leave him anywhere. You never had to look him up. He knowed where he was at. His name was Burt. And I'd go up there, and he would shoot these little fawns just to make me feel bad. Now, if you want to sh--kill a fawn, that's all right. Abraham killed a calf and fed it to God. But just simply to turn around and shoot them just to be mean, to act smart, it's... Sometimes it's not the things you say; it's the way you say it. Not... It's not the things you do; it's the way you do it. And so, he would just shoot those little baby fawns to make me feel bad.

L-52 I'd say, "Burt, you're the meanest man I ever seen. Why--why do you do that, Burt? Them poor little fellows..."
He said, "Aw, Billy, get next to yourself. You're a chicken- hearted preacher. That's all there is." Said, "You're a good hunter, but I--I--I... You're chicken-hearted."
I said, "Burt, that's not chicken hearted." I said, "That's trying to act with sense."
I was a game warden seven years, state game warden. I love wildlife. And I don't like to see it butchered up. I don't like to see anything run over, no matter what it is.

L-53 Then I... He said to me... One time I went up there, and he'd--he'd made a little whistle. And he could take that little whistle, and go just like a little fawn crying for its mama. A little cry of the fawn is a--the little baby deer. And he could make that go just like the little fawn crying for its mama.
I said, "Burt, you're not going to do that."
"Aw," he said, "go on, preacher. That's what's the matter with all you preachers, you're so tender-hearted." Said, "You just go on so chicken hearted." Said, "I'm... I go out to hunt game."
I said, "I--I love you, Burt. But don't do that."
So, we went hunting that day. And it was been... a little late in the season. I'd worked late. And so he... We took us a jug, a thermos bottle of hot chocolate, just stimulation. When you get real cold, sometimes it's ten, fifteen, twenty below zero, and we just stick these hot chocolate in there, and when we eat our dinner, where--get hurt, or get cold, why, we'd take a drink of that hot chocolate.


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