<TITLE>22. Par 82-84</TITLE>L-82 How do they get medicine? You know how they get medicine? They take a guinea pig, and they work up some kind of stuff, medicine, and think this ought to do a certain thing, and they shoot it into a guinea pig. And if he survives it, they'll give it to you. You know, everybody ain't made like a guinea pig. You know, sometimes the medicine will kill you. There's been about as many killed with penicillin as there has been healed or helped. So you know, everybody ain't made alike. So it'll help some and kill the others, 'cause all men ain't made up like guinea pigs. But you know, it'll help some and kill the others, but there's one thing sure, God's toxin will hurt no one, but cure all. That's right. For He said, "Whosoever will..." It won't kill you; it'll heal you. Oh, heal the broken-hearted, lift up those feeble hands to joy.
Take the little wash woman that's so backward she can't even talk to the insurance man that comes to the door, and let her get filled with the Holy Ghost, she can give a testimony that'll shake the shingles off the top of the house. She's got something. Something's happened to her. She's born of the Spirit of God.
Take the orneriest prostitute that ever walked the street out here, the dogs wouldn't ever look at her. That's right. Let her come in and get cleaned up from God, she'll be a credit to any neighborhood. That's right. That's what the grace of God does. It don't whitewash but it washes white. That's right. Make her gun barrel straight...

L-83 I believe in an old time back-woods, sky-blue, sin-killing religion, yes, sir, that's kills out sin and self and you're born again of the Spirit of God and live for Him. That's the kind that saves you, brother.
Sometime when I go back down in the state of Kentucky... You know what? Them Baptists down there in the state of Kentucky would make some of us Pentecostals feel ashamed. They said, "Brother Branham, you said you was a Baptist?" Yeah, I was the real Baptist though. We didn't walk up and take the right hand of fellowship. Brother, we got down at the altar and beat one another on the back till we come through. We got up from there, we had something.

L-84 The other day in California I was in a great church, one of our great Pentecostal churches, and made a altar call, and three or four people come to the altar. And I begged for five minutes to get somebody to come pray with them sinners. I was so tore out and wore I couldn't hardly stand up from preaching, and I said, "Will somebody come, pray?" Just set there just as starchy: a Pentecostal church... Well, them Baptists there would make them ashamed.
I was preaching down there on Declaration Day way back up there in the hollow, an old horses were eating corn all around, dinner on the ground, foot washing, you know, and standing out there preaching, preaching on, "We shall rise, hallelujah, we shall rise on that resurrection morning." I said, "There lays my old grandmother. I held her in my arms, a hundred and ten years old, when she throwed her arms around my neck, said, 'God bless your little soul, honey,' (dying), 'for evermore. I'll meet you in heaven.'" About that time, my old aunt standing back there with them big long bonnets on, she said, "Hallelujah." Here she come, like that.


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