<TITLE>09. Par 69-73</TITLE>L-69 And he, this old man that was supposed to be the infidel, he said, "I've often wondered. I'd like to meet one preacher." And said, "That was the one that was over here at Acton that time." He said, "You know, the old sister over here on the hill; I can't call her name just now." Said, "That man was standing there on the Methodist Campgrounds," sponsored by the Methodist church. That's strange, but it happened. And we was having a healing campaign.
Now, you Methodists ought to believe that. John Wesley believed in it. Certainly, he did. All the early reformers believed in Divine healing.
And he said, "Standing in the meeting that night, he spoke to the sister of this old woman over here. That my wife and I and her husband, all we could do (She was so far gone with cancer, the doctors had give her up, weeks before.), and to get her on a bedpan that morning." Said, "She was in such a condition..." And said, "Her sister attended that meeting. And this preacher called this woman's name, and told her to come, lay a handkerchief on this woman with the cancer, her sister. And she did that night. And the next morning, she eat ham and eggs, and cooked fried apple pies for breakfast, and eat it." He said, "I want to meet that preacher one day." I just stood there.
And I said, "Would you know the preacher?"
He said, "No, I don't know him." And Brother Wood looked over at me and winked.
And I said, "Do you mean to tell me you don't believe there's God?"
He said, "I wouldn't believe it 'less I could see it."

L-73 I said, "How old is that apple tree?"
"Oh," he said, "I set it out there about forty years ago."
I said, "It's only early September; we've had no cold weather nor nothing. Tell me, sir, what is it that speaks, what Intelligence speaks to that tree and makes that sap go down into the roots and hide itself for the winter? Pour water on a stump and see if it'll do it, or set a pan full on it, and see if it'll go down and hide itself in the ground, dodging the cold weather. If it didn't do that, the cold weather would kill the tree immediately. But some Intelligence runs the sap down into the ground, out of that tree, and keeps it warm: from the leaves, that's fell on the ground, from the tree. And next spring, before even the weather begins to moderate, here comes the sap back up, bringing with it new life. Explain that to me. Tell me what does it."
He said, "I never thought of it before."
I said, "It's God in His universe. God times everything just right."
He said, "What's your name?"
I said, "I'm Brother Branham."
He said, "That's the man--name--name of the man that was over there."
I said, "That's right."He said, "With all them whiskers, and covered with squirrel blood, you?"
I said, "That's just the same; I--I'm the person."
He said, "How did you know that woman?"
I said, "I didn't."
"How did you know she was going to be well?" Said, "She just passed down the road here, she and her husband, awhile ago, walking."
I said, "I didn't know it."
Said, "Did you heal her?"
I said, "No, sir. God showed it; God healed her; it's His amazing grace."
He was eating on an apple, and he took a bite. And he turned his head, said, "You can go ahead and squirrel hunt."
I looked around, and the tears was running down his cheeks. I put my arm around him; I said, "Brother, you believe Him, don't you?" He nodded his head like that, and turned around and walked out to the barnyard. Oh, God is in His universe.


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