<TITLE>23. Par 88-91</TITLE>L-88 Now, she wasn't a hypocrite. She wasn't putting that on; she was real. She was born; something in her was a mother, and a baby was in trouble. And she was a mother; the instinct in her, mother instinct, would walk right in the face of that gun, knowing that she was going to her death. What difference did it make? She was going to find that baby; it was in trouble. She wasn't putting nothing on. And I seen him level that shoulder down, and, oh, my, them cross hairs right across that heart.
I thought, "In about another second, he will blow that loyal heart of hers plumb through the other side," that big hundred and eighty grain bullet go out of there. I thought... Oh mushroom, blow a hole about like that. And I thought, "He will just blow that loyal heart of that mother plumb through the other side." I thought, "How can he be so cruel?" And I said, "I just can't watch it." I turned my head. I said in my heart; I said, "Lord God, please help him. Don't let him do that. Look at that display of real motherhood; look at that real thing."

L-89 Now, that mother walking right out--not a hypocrite, not putting on like a lot of church members do, act like their Christians. When a showdown comes, they're ashamed of it. She walked right out there with something real. She stood there and was ready to meet her death. Because what? Inside of her she was a mother and a baby was in trouble.
I was praying, and I thought, "Lord, don't let him do it." And I waited, waited. The gun never fired. I thought, "Wonder what's the matter?" I turned to look and the gun barrel's going like this. Them steady nerves had broke. Grabbed the gun and throwed it on the ground, and I was setting on a little drift of snow about like that. He threw his arms around my trouser legs and said, "Billy, I've had enough of it. Lead me to that Lord Jesus that you're talking about."

L-90 What was it? "If they hold their peace, the rocks will immediately cry out." What did he see? He saw something real; he saw something that he couldn't even see in a lot of ministers or Christians. He saw in that deer a loyalty, something real that was real. That deer preached the best sermon to him that any preacher could ever preach. She had something real that he could lay a hold of and know there was a real motherhood. And if there's a real motherhood, there's a real God; there's a real salvation. There on that snow bank, I led him to the Lord Jesus Christ, and he's a deacon in the First Baptist Church now, a loyal Christian, because he saw something that was real.
Oh God, let us be real. Let's not have some kind of a form of religion. Let's have something real, that people can see that God lives in us. Let us bow our heads just a moment.

L-91 I want to ask you a sincere question. As you well know now, that I'm--I'm not a clergyman, not a speaker; I'm uneducated. But in my heart, there's something that's real. I found a Christ that means the same to me as that fawn did to that doe. He's more than my life, ready to give it any time. And I've sacrificed it to Him thirty one years ago. He gets sweeter day by day, as my days are growing weaker now, and I'm getting old.
Is there a person here this afternoon... Or how many people (should I say) would like to have the reality of Christ in their heart, as this mother deer did for her baby? Would you like that reality? While your head is bowed, would you just raise your hands and say, "Pray for me, Brother Branham. I want Christ now to put so much real love in my heart for Him as the mother deer had for her baby." Would you raise your hand? Say, "Remember me in prayer."


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