<TITLE>22. Par 203-211</TITLE>L-203 I hate a mule. But I tell you; I like a good, gentle pedigreed horse; boy, you can teach him something. You can teach him to bow, and get in the circus, and almost do like a human can, because he's... He knows something. He's got a pedigree. A mule don't know who his pappy was or who his mammy was, and he can't reproduce himself. That's the way with some of these old, cold, formal denominations; they can't never rise up again. As soon as the church goes into a denomination, it's dead. It never rises again. What is it? It's hybrid.
Martin Luther was all right, but when he organized, what did he do? Methodist was all right, when he organized, what did he do? Pentecost was all right, but when you organized it, what did you do? You hybrid it and bred it into the Nicolaitane Catholic church. Exactly what you done. Took up her form of baptism took up her ways and actions, and the Bible said, "You are a daughter to a whore, a harlot: a daughter of harlot." Exactly right.

L-205 A good pedigreed horse, aye, he's gentle. Oh, he's good; I like him. Put his head over your shoulders, and loving, kind. Why? He knows who his pappy is; he knows who his grandpappy is; he knows who his grandpappy's pappy was. He can go plumb on back; he's pedigreed.
And I like to see a real pedigreed Christian, not packing his letters, he's a Methodist last week, and the Baptist this week, and the Pentecostal next week, and the Pilgrim Holiness next week. He don't know who his pappy is or who his mammy is. But let me tell you: a man that's born of the Spirit of God can take you plumb back to the day of Pentecost, and tell you; he's pedigreed, Pentecostal. Amen. I want to be Pentecost from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I don't mean denominational Pentecost. I mean the real power of the resurrected Christ, the real Pentecostal blessing.
Eyesalve, open your eyes so we can look way back and see where it come from. You're just looking what the church is today; look back and see where it come from, then keep moving towards God and you'll get away from it. Yes, sir.

L-208 All right, I noticed another thing, said, "They are naked--naked, and don't know it. Sure.
Oh, naked and don't know it? Now, that person is in a miserable fix. If a man is wretched, blind, miserable, naked, now, if he--if he knows it, he'll help himself; but if he don't know it, the poor fellow's mentally gone. Is that right? Whew. That was kinda strong. Mentally gone, he doesn't know enough to help himself.
If you seen somebody coming down the street, poor, miserable, blind, wretched, and naked, and you say, "Brother, you are naked. "Oh, am I? Oh, oh, brother, help me in somewhere; help me to get clothed."

L-211 But you walk up to them and "Say, have you received the holy Ghost since you believed?"
"What are you, a holy-roller? Well, say, what do you mean? Don't you talk to me like that; I'm Presbyterian; I'm Baptist; I'm from so-and-so and so-and-so."
Naked and don't know it. Now, I never said that. The Bible said that of this age, "Naked and don't know it. Come, buy some clothes from Me," He said, "white raiment." White raiment belongs to the saints; it's the righteousness of saints. See?
Naked? Oh, sure. Yes, sir. Oh, you say, "Brother Branham, not our church; it's the best dressed church in the city." I wouldn't doubt that; some of the latest fashions, the best cut materials the latest Hollywood star's wear, so sexy you'd attract the attention of every man on the street. Uh-huh. Why, sure.
One lady said to me, said, "Brother Branham, do you mean to tell me? Now, we buy these dresses out of the store and that's all you can buy."
I said, "They still sell goods and make sewing machines. That's not much excuse for that."


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