<TITLE>07. Par 23-25</TITLE>L-23 Sometime ago, a infidel said to me, talking about all the moon and sun, and how it flickered a little piece off.
I said, "How you going to prove that?" And I said, "The only thing you can do is prove it by faith." I said, "I want to tell you now, my faith's too weak for that. I'll just believe what the Bible said. That's the only thing I got faith in, is what God said. He made the heavens and earth, and I--I just believe it that way. So that's the faith that I have is what God said about it."
And now, then how could it ever be? How could that little flower live this afternoon, that vine? How could it live, plant rather, without God? All the scientists in the world couldn't make one of those leaves on there. They can make something that looks like it. But they couldn't make that leaf, because that leaf has got life in it, and science can never produce life.
A little flower--you take like you women here... It gets cold here in the valley. I go around and see your flower gardens now. I was riding around awhile ago, trying to keep my mind on God, and praying, "Lord, do something here in the valley. Please, help Your people. It's such a dark hour." And riding up and down the roads, a--a praying. And then I passed by and seen the lovely flowers. Now, it won't be long till frost will hit that little flower. It'll bow it's little head to death. Some of them will be young, middle-aged, and old. Out of there drops a little black seed.
Whether you believe it or not, God has a funeral procession for His flowers. Did you know that? Sure does. The fall rains comes and cries great, big tears down out of the skies, and buries that little black seed under the ground. And that's exactly right. Along comes the winter and freezes the seed, bursts open, the pulp runs out, and now, freezes several inches deep. The stalk's gone; the bulb's gone; the petal's gone; the seed's gone; the pulp's gone. Is that the end of that flower? No, sir. Just as soon as the--the sun rises in the east and begins to warm... Now you can't take a light and put on, it'd do it. It takes the sunlight. Put the sunlight on it and begin to warm it, it'll come back to life again.
God had that little germ of life hid somewhere so he could live again, because it's in--in God's will. It's God's plant. God put it here for a purpose, and it doesn't fuss or stew. It just serves the purpose that God put it here for. And if we'll just do the same, serve the purpose that God put us here for. Not to just to mean, we got to raise hogs, and that's all right. We got to do this, that, or other, but He put us here to be sons and daughters of God To glorify Him, and to praise Him like the little flower.

L-24 Preached on the subject not long ago, "Behold The Lilies," and I took the lily, pastor lily. How he opens up his heart, the bee takes his part out, and the tourists pass by [Brother Branham makes a sound like someone smelling of a flower--Ed.] that beautiful smell. Everything gets a part of Mr. Lily, and he has to toil day and night to produce that. Don't you believe God is in His universe? Everywhere, God is.

L-25 Up at my home, I live on the Ohio River, and oh, I just love water. And there was a little boy that lived down in the city, and he went to a church, and he was a fine little lad. And he said, to his mother one day; he said, "Mother, I want to ask you a question." Said, "I hear the preacher talk about God being so great." And said, "Now, I just wonder if anybody could ever see God?"
"Why," she said, "honey, you ask your Sunday school teacher." Said, "Mother couldn't answer that. I don't know nothing about it."
And so they ask the Sunday school teacher, and she said, "Oh, I wouldn't know about that. You ought to ask the pastor."
So he went and ask the pastor. The pastor said, "No, sonny, no man can see God. No man can see God and live. You just can't do it."


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