<TITLE>09. Par 37-39</TITLE>L-37 It reminds me of one day when the... Joseph and Mary had been up to the feast, and they had started on their road back, and they'd went three day's journey, and they missed the Lord Jesus. They didn't know where He was. Now, three days without knowing where He was at, and come to find out they begin to search for Him. The church has gone almost two thousand years and don't know where He's at. Talking about their three days...
"Oh," they just said, "perhaps, He's amongst our kinfolks out there somewhere." That's what the church has been thinking. "Oh, He's around somewhere. If He ain't with us Baptists, He will be with the Methodists, and He... Oh, He's around somewhere. He's with some of our kindred. You know way back yonder our--our Methodist forefathers had, and our Lutheran forefathers..." Don't just take it lightly like that. Let's find Him. Where is the God of the Bible? Where is the God that made these promises? Who is He? What's His Name?
Why can't we do the same things that they did back there if they promised it? Why isn't it the same?

L-38 Not long ago I was hunting squirrel. I trained my rifle at fifty yards. If I can't shoot the squirrel's eye, I'll leave him alone. If I'm thirty yards at him, I back off to fifty. Be sure that I get him. And my rifle got out, and I sent it back to Winchester Company, little cheap rifle, and they sent me word back, said, "Reverend Branham, this rifle will--will group a inch group at twenty-five yards. In a model seventy-five Winchester that's all you'll ever get out of it."
I knowed better than that. I've been down on the official range at fifty yards, drove eight carpet tacks with it straight, and I knowed they were wrong. See? And there I was. I'd done ever thing, loosened screws and tightened them because a five thousandths vibration here will throw it out an inch out yonder at a fifty yards. And I'd glass-bedded it, and floated the barrel, and done ever thing I knowed to do. And I--I knowed the same rifle... Gene Goad setting here, my friend, knows the other day I put eight, nine tacks, nine bullets in the same hole with that gun, but the company that made it said the thing--the thing will only shoot a group (that's a group, you know, of shots) around a inch at twenty-five yards and this was driving tacks at fifty yards.

L-39 I was setting up under the tree, and there was Brother Woods and the rest of them up there banging at squirrels, hit him anywhere they wanted to, back, front, anywhere. Didn't make any difference just so they hit the squirrel, having a big time and I was sitting under a tree. I started crying, and I said, "Lord, why did You make me a little nervous wreck. Why did You make me like this? Why can't I go out there and enjoy hunting like they do and have to have this gun in a super condition?"
I waited there for about a half hour, and laid down on my face, and begin to cry. The Holy Spirit come to me and said, "I made you that way for a purpose. That's for a purpose. When one says one thing and hit loosely like that, you can't stand it less it's zeroing. It has to be on the dot or it's not right."
I said, "I see, Lord." See?


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