<TITLE>21. Par 83-86</TITLE>L-83 But you know, a insect that has a stinger, a bee, if that bee ever gets that stinger sunk real deep, he can never sting no more, because it pulls the stinger out. Brother, that's where the bee of death made a mistake. When it stung that precious body, He pulled the stinger out of it.
Now, to the believer, like Paul of old, when they was building a--a block to chop his head off, and the bee begin to hum around him (death) he said, "Oh, death, where is your stinger? Grave, where is your victory? But thanks be to God Who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." What was it? Death met God. And from there on, death don't have a stinger any more. It can buzz and make a noise, but it can't scare us.
Because I can look back yonder and say, "He anchored that stinger in Emmanuel's flesh; so therefore, there is a Fountain filled with Blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins. Where sinners plunged beneath the flood, lose all their guilty stain. And old death has any more sting any more." You believe that?

L-84 You can meet this; you can meet your fortune; you can meet your life's mate; you can meet your debts; you can meet your enemy; you can meet all these things; it doesn't have a very much meaning to it. But one time when you meet God, you're changed eternally. Let us bow our heads just a moment, while we pray.
I'm going to ask you a sincere question, knowing that we may never meet, you and I, on earth again. Tomorrow afternoon is dedicated mostly just to praying for the sick. But I wonder tonight if there's someone in this building that has never really met God.
Oh, you've read His Bible, and you've made confessions, and you've put your name on books or something like that, and join one church to the other one. But really you've never met God. But you would like to meet Him. With every head bowed and every eye closed, wonder if you'd just raise up your hand and by this say, "Brother Branham, remember me in prayer, that I'll meet God in the forgiveness of my sins before I have to meet Him in judgment."

L-85 [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]... "I wanted to... If I wanted to get right with God," said, "I'd... You know what I would do? I'd get somebody had some sense that would talk to me."
I said, "Forgive me then, lady. I just felt led. I... Calling my leading, just as I feel led to hold this altar call."
About two years from then, I come back to the same city. She was a reputable girl, fine girl. She was going down the street, her underneath skirts hanging down. And I thought, "Surely, that can't be the same girl." I walked close, and she turned around and said, "Hello, preacher."
And I said, "Oh, no." She laughed.
She reached in her pocketbook, and she said, "You have a cigarette?"
I said, "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
She said, "How about taking a drink out of my bottle?"
And I said, "Aren't you ashamed to offer me a minister a drink of your whiskey?"
She said, "I want to tell you something before you leave."

L-86 Now, listen to this while you have your head bowed, praying. She said, "Mr. Branham, you remember that night that you talked to me about my soul?"
I said, "I always will remember it, girlie."
She said, "You were certainly right." She said, "I grieved God's Spirit the last time." She said, "I went from worse to worse." And she said, "My heart is so hard," she said, "I could see my own mother's soul fry in hell like a pancake and laugh at it." That's what you get for grieving the Holy Spirit.
Don't turn Him away,
Don't turn Him away,
Oh, how you want Him to say, "Well done,"
On that Eternal day,
Don't turn the dear Saviour away from your heart,
Don't turn Him away.
You might do it tonight for your last time. Just raise your hand and say, "Pray for me, Brother Branham."
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