<TITLE>17. Par 118-122</TITLE>L-118 I was coming home the other day from out west. This comes on my mind. I turned the radio on. I had to drive three days, twenty-four hundred miles, by myself. I turned the radio on and I--hearing spirituals out of Del Rio, Texas. There was a man made a talk about an old, colored, Negro man. He was fixing to die and he had to come down to the river; he said, "Them golden slippers that I'm goin' to wear to walk the golden streets." This old Negro had preached all of his life, and the only thing he could think of was comfort that he had, was his old banjo that hung on the wall. He set out on the cotton bails and played the hymns, rested himself from his ministry with the old banjo. That was the way he had to relax. He said the old bobtailed horse that he used to drive will be down there with the chariot. I was thinking of them. He said, "Oh, them golden slippers that I'm goin' to wear to walk the golden streets."

L-119 And when he got through singing, I turned the radio off, and was going there, holding the wheel; "Oh, that's right. I got to come down there too. What's ever give me comfort? Where do I find my comfort? In the wilderness. I got a little, old rifle that's called... I hunt with it in the fall of the year. It's a .270, model 721 Remington. A man, brother give it to me in California, years ago. I've hunted with it for years and years. How--what a comfort it's been, 'cause I--I know it's a good shooting gun, and it's my comfort in the wilderness.

L-120 Then I thought about my vision. When I got over there and seen all my people, I heard something nicker, and here come my little Prince (my little saddle horse), and put his head upon my shoulder. I thought, "Yep, one of these mornings I'm coming down too to the Jordan." And the old .270 that I used to--hangs on the wall. I haven't had it down since away, last fall. "That little saddle horse that I used to ride, God will have hooked to my chariot on that morning when I come down to the river." It'll be standing just across the river there. God will send him; I seen him the other night. He'll be hooked to my chariot, one of these mornings. I'll be gone, climbing up through the clouds.

L-121 Let's pray. Oh, to that power of God that I'm going to enjoy as I walk those golden streets... Yeah, the old rifle that now hangs on the wall, won't have any use for it then. I wonder, if my chariot comes along, if my little saddle horse that I seen in a vision will be hooked to my chariot that morning, standing down at the river. I hope he is. I want to be caught up. I want the Church to go up like that too; I want every one of you.

L-122 Would you like to know when you're coming down to the Jordan, will you forsake these ungodly systems of this world and receive Jesus Christ as your Saviour? If you're not a Christian, would you raise your hands and say, "Pray for me, Brother Branham, and when I come to the Jordan..."? God bless you. God bless you. "When I come down to Jordan, I want to take the power of the Holy Spirit on me, and strike the chilly waters, and walk across."
How can you set under such speaking, anointing of the Holy Spirit, and knowing that the Holy Spirit tells me your condition, and fail to raise your hand? It shows it's time for the wilderness journey. Would there be one before we pray, another one? Just two raised their hands: three, God bless you, son.


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