<TITLE>10. Par 29-31</TITLE>L-29 The bee of death comes down. And begin to hum around Him, buzzing, "I've got Him now, on His road to Calvary. I'll get Him up there, and that'll be the last of this thing called, 'Messiah.'"
That bee of death, it anchors in everyone. But I--I... Like any other bee, if that bee ever stings deep enough, it'll lose its stinger. Any insect or bee, if it ever stings real deep, it can never sting no more. He couldn't sting deep enough in mortal blood. But brother, sister, when it anchored its stinger in the Son of God, it took the stinger out of it...?... No wonder one could stand and say, "Oh death, where is your stinger? Grave, where is your victory?" When death met God, it lost it's stinger. It cannot sting a Christian no more. It can buzz and make a noise, but it's lost its stinger. I'm so glad. I'm so happy tonight to be a Christian, to know that death doesn't hold any stinger any more. It can buzz, and make the noise, and try to stir us, but we know that the stinger was anchored in His flesh. And from that time, God pulled the stinger out of death. And today, death has no stinger. Oh, "He was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquity, the chastisement of our peace was upon Him, with His stripes we were healed." Do you believe that? You accept that of being...

L-30 One time, I myself, laying on a hospital bed, a little Irish boy, laying there dying, my daddy crying... A little nurse standing there, and my heart only beating seventeen times to the minute: a block of anesthetic had went to my heart from an operation from a spinal block. And the doctor said, "There's no way for him to live," and I heard it. And they pulled the curtain around me. Then I heard a sound coming through, like noise coming like leaves a blowing. I thought, "This is it."
"God, I can't offer you my life like this, like an old rose with the petals falling off." I said, "Sir, I don't know how to pray, but I've been told that You're a great Doctor, above all the doctors. If You'll just let me live, I'll never be ashamed of You no more. I'll scream it from housetop, from street corner..." And from that hour, I begin to live and I've lived ever since.
And today, after thirty-nine years?, I'm glad to be standing behind the pulpit tonight to say, "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever," because one day I met God.
Each one of you has a similar experience. There's a time when man is brought face to face, to meet God, to accept Him or to let Him go. That might be your time tonight, sir. It might be your time tonight, madam, that you'll have to tonight receive Him or let Him go. Let us bow our heads just a moment now, while we're thinking on these words.

L-31 I wonder, in the building tonight, on the balcony to my right, would there be someone up there in this balcony to my right, would raise up their hands and saying, "God, from this time... I've lived a lukewarm Christian life, or maybe I haven't accepted You at all, but from this time, I'm going to accept You as my Saviour," would you raise your hand? Balconies to my right, anybody up there that's not a Christian, would say, "From this time, I'm going to receive the Lord Jesus."?
Balconies in the rear, would somebody up there raise your hand, say, "I'm not a Christian, Brother Branham, but I want to accept Christ as my Saviour."? Balcony to my left, would you raise your hand up there somewhere and say, "I want to accept Christ."? Down on the bottom floor to my left, someone raise your hand, saying, "I want to accept Christ as my Saviour. From this time, I want to be a Christian." The center aisles here, someone raise your hand, say, "I want to accept Christ." Balconies to my right, would there be one that would raise your hand and say, "I want to accept Christ"? God bless you, young fellow. That's very good.


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