<TITLE>15. Par 57-59</TITLE>L-57 I've met thousands of them, their poor little lives wrecked and ruined. It ain't always their fault. Don't ever fall for a boy like that, sister. Let him alone. There ain't nothing to him. If he ain't filled with the Holy Ghost...
I'm going to say something (I don't mean it for a joke, 'cause this is no place for jokes.), but just something that happened in my church. This is a place of the Gospel. We had a girl at our church here sometime ago, nice, pretty little girl. First thing you know, she cut her hair. That's against the rules. Yes, sir. When she does that, the Bible says she's a dishonorable woman. Get away from her. The Bible said a woman cuts her hair is dishonorable. Now, that's the Word. God knows that's right.
If the Holy Ghost is in you and won't cooperate with that, what kind of a Holy Ghost is that? See? The Holy Spirit itself in you makes you live what you are. If the Holy Spirit disagrees with the Word, and you call it the Holy Spirit, then it's not the Holy Spirit of God. You got some sort of a spirit.
Today we have all kinds of spirits. People say, "Shut your eyes, open up your mouth, receive something." You do. But look what you got after you received it. Don't you do that. You come to God sensibly, with all the intelligence, holding on to the Word. Get the Spirit of God, it'll make you walk right in line with God. Sure.

L-58 This little girl, she got to running around with some little Elvis. After while I asked her, I said, "Martha, what--what makes you do that? What do you see in that guy? He smokes. I've seen him standing on the church ground, smoking."
"Oh," she said, "Brother Branham," said, "you know," said, "he's got pretty curly hair." And said, "He just smells so good."
Now, if that ain't something to pick a boyfriend. I said, "But he isn't saved." I said, "I'd rather go with a boy that smelled like a stockyard, and had feet like a boxcar, and had the Holy Ghost." Yes, I would, than one of those little things. She finally ended up on the wrong road, like maybe this poor girl did. Some boy led her wrong. Then she started. If you've already started, sis, there's hopes if you'll just meet this Man I'm talking about. Maybe she hadn't had the opportunity.

L-59 So she starts down the street on her regular routine. And she sees nobody. Where's everybody at? And she passes another corner and another corner. Where is everybody? There's nobody today. After while she smells that aroma. Poor little empty stomach begins to hunger. She moves up amongst the crowd, up around Pharisee's door, and she sees the bishop, and the cardinals, and all of them in there, tipping the goblet. And she presses herself up to the fence, and people begin to get away from her, some of them worse than she is. That's right.
Self-styled, don't realize that every woman went wrong had some reason to. Every man that went wrong... And we think we're so self-styled many times we don't want to associate with the bums on the street. We ain't got time to stop and talk to them a minute. And then call ourselves Christians?


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