<TITLE>07. Par 23-26</TITLE>L-23 Being just a little hoarse now. I'll stand close to the mike.
"Hear Ye Him." You might say, "Brother Branham, you was speaking of having a great audience, don't you think that that kind of a small text for such a great audience and such a--a needy audience?" No, it's not the quantity of the text; it's the quality of the text. Now, as far as paper, it's just small. And ink, it did not take much to write those three words. But what It means, It's the Word of the Eternal God. "All heavens and earth will pass away, but that Word shall never fail."
Some time ago in our city, or just across the river, Louisville, Kentucky, there was a little boy who was up in the attic of an old building, looking around, just prowling as little boys will do, and he found an old trunk. Looking through this trunk, ransacking like a little eight or ten year old lad, he found a little yellow postage stamp. And he picked it up, and he thought, "You know, I wonder if that stamp's any good." It was only just about a half inch square. Well, he said, "It's awful old, and it's..." But he said, "I've got a friend down the street that collects stamps. Perhaps he would give me five cents for that stamp." And of course, he had ice cream in view with this five cents.

L-24 And down out of the old attic he went, and down to the postage stamp collector, and the man taken this stamp, put it under a glass and looked at it, said, "What do you want for it, Junior?"
He said, "Well, what will you give me for it?" He was a business man.
He said, "I'll give you a dollar bill for it."
Oh, my, quickly that bargain was made. Well, how many cones of ice cream would that buy? With the dollar in his pocket, he went out thinking he had certainly, perhaps, cheated his friend, by him giving a dollar for that stamp.
I understand that about a month after that, that stamp was sold for five hundred dollars. And later, it was sold for a larger sum, and now, they say that it's worth way up into the hundreds and hundreds of dollars. You see, it wasn't the little yellow piece of paper; it's what was on the paper that counted.
And that's the way it is tonight. It isn't how much of this Word, it's--or how much the paper's worth, or how much the ink costs, it's what It is that counts. There is enough on that one little text of three words to save the entire world, because It's pointing them to the Christ.

L-25 I believe it was in the days of Abraham Lincoln, when a--a soldier had committed a crime. And he was up for execution. He was going to be shot before a firing squad. And some good friend went to the great Mr. Lincoln, which was an outstanding Christian, and he fell on his knees, and he said, "Mr. Lincoln, they're going to take the life of a man. Just one word from you will pardon the man. He may be guilty of doing something that he ought not to have done in military service. But I know him. He didn't mean to do it. Won't you pardon him, Mr. Lincoln?" And him being in a rush, he just picked up a piece of paper, and said, "Pardon So-and-so, Abraham Lincoln."
The man bowed politely to him, rushed back to the cell and said, "My friend, you are free. I've got your pardon here from Abraham Lincoln, the President of this great United States of America. Here is his signature."

L-26 And the man that was in prison, said, "Why do you haunt me? Why do you make fun of me, knowing that I'm to die in the morning by a firing squad, and bring such a piece of paper as that to me and try and make me believe that that's Mr. Lincoln's name, that he signed it." Said, "It ought to be decorated up. It ought to have a seal on it. It ought..."
He said, "But he was in a hurry. Any man that knows Mr. Lincoln will recognize his signature."


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