<TITLE>33. Par 101-103</TITLE>L-101 She walked out. And when the bolt went down on the model '70 when it went down like that, the deer spooked, looked around and she saw the hunter. Would she jump? No, sir. She knowed she was facing death, but her baby was in trouble. She kept moving on, slowly, looking for that baby, them big ears up, looking, that nose up. She seen the hunter, and she knowed it was death just in a moment, but that didn't make any difference to her. Her baby was in trouble. She wasn't putting on nothing, like a lot of church members do. There was something real. She was born a mother. She looked around.
I said, "I can't look at it." I turned my back. I thought, "O God, don't let him do it. Don't let him do it, Lord. There's deers in this woods. Don't let him kill that poor precious mother. Don't let him do that. She's got a fawn somewhere or she wouldn't be acting like that. She thinks it's lost; it's crying for her. Don't let him do it, Lord." I waited a minute, just listening any time to hear that gun go off. And I knowed if it went off, she'd sure be a dead deer. And she wasn't standing thirty yards from him, right in the clearing.

L-102 I just kept waiting, but the gun never went off. I waited, waited, the gun still didn't go off. I thought, "What's the matter?" And I turned around. Them steel nerves in that half Indian, he was going like this, shaking like that; and he turned around, and tears running down his cheeks. He throwed the rifle on the ground. He grabbed me around the legs, standing on that snow drift. He said... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]
With your eyes closed, praying, how many in here would like to be the type of Christian that that deer was a mother? Would like to have the love of Christ so in your heart, that you could display Christ? Not something put-on, but a real--a birth that makes you a Christian, like a birth made that deer a mother. If you'd like to have that kind of an experience, will you raise up your hand? God bless you. God bless you, everywhere, certainly.

L-103 Our heavenly Father, this simple little story, and yet people know that they need You, Lord. They need to be a Christian. They want to be. We all want to have something real that we can say to the world that Thou art Christ, the Son of God. Grant it, Lord, tonight. May that experience come to every one of us. In this little building of maybe a hundred and fifty people, more than half of them raised up their hands that they wanted that kind of an experience. Lord, it shows that they lack that kind of an experience. May Christ tonight in His loyal holiness show this audience that He loves them, and can give them that experience of being a real born Christian, not nothing put-on, but a real experience. Grant it, Father. Through the Name of Jesus, the Son of God, I ask it.
While we have our heads continually bowed, Is there someone here tonight, or how many, rather, that would like to accept Jesus as your Saviour, and say, "Brother Branham, like the queen of the south, I--I want--I--I want Christ. Like the mother deer, I--I want to be a real Christian. I've never become a Christian. I've never had--never taken Him as my Saviour. But tonight I want to do it." Would you just stand up to your feet a minute, say, "I want to be remembered in prayer."
Jesus said, "He that will confess Me before men, him will I confess before My Father and the holy Angels."
Would you just stand at this time, say, "I've never stood for Him before."? God bless you. God bless you. That's good. Stand, some of you now. God bless you. Someone else? Just stand to your feet. God bless you...?...

