<TITLE>12. Par 101-110</TITLE>L-101 I met a woman here some years ago in a ten cents store. She was about sixty years old, looked about thirty years old. I said, "How do you do it, sister?"
She said, "Brother Branham, I've got two sons that's doctors that's older than you are." And honest-to-goodness, she--she didn't look over thirty years old. She said, "Here's what it was. When I come to Christ when I was about twelve years old... And I set down and thought about it. I studied other religions, but when I found the true one..." She said, "I come to Christ and took my case, my soul, my all to Him," and she said, "I've never had a worry since." Said, "Now, He promised to take care of all my troubles." And said, "If He's not big enough to do it, I know I'm not big enough to do it; so what's the use of me worrying about it." See? That's it.
Christ promised that He'd take all your cares. Cast your cares on Him. So what are you worrying about? Worry builds up pressure; pressure blows up. So just cast your cares on Him and quit worrying. All right.

L-104 Now... "Well," you say, "how do I do it?" Just trust His promise. He made a promise that He would do it. Even in the time of death when the death angel comes into the room... "Oh, Brother Branham, I know I'll be nervous." Oh, no. You're in the Refuge. No, no. You know you're going to die; you've got to go some way, so just get into the Refuge; feel safe. That's right. You're safe as long as you're in the refuge. You remember, He died for you. He cares you. He died for you.
Now, let's take a look. You say, "Brother Branham, you mean when the death angel's knocking at the door, you're still not to get steamed up?" No, not a bit. "Well, why do you do that?" Come to the Refuge; that's all.
"Well," you say, "Brother Branham..."

L-106 Well, now wait a minute. Let's take Israel down in Egypt. There come a time where God said, "I'm going to send the death angel through the land, and I'm going to take every one of the elders of this family unless there's blood on the door," that great night of the passover. Now, here's Israel a promised people going to a promised land, and they...
It's the night of the passover. The death angel is in the land. And we hear a scream coming from down the street. We look out; two big black wings are waving down the street. You think Israel was all excited? No, sir.
Death was at the door. The little boy looked out the window; he was the oldest of the family. He sees that big, black angel. He looks and said, "Daddy, do you love me?"
"Sure, son, I love you."
"Well, daddy, am I not your firstborn?"
"Yes, you are, son."
"Looky there, daddy, that angel got that little boy. I knowed him; I played with him. Oh, daddy, here he comes towards the house."
"But, son, you see on that door post?" Hallelujah.
"Daddy, will he get me?"
"No, sir, son. He can't get you."
"Why?"
"That's His promise: 'When I see the blood, I'll pass over you.' Go back and get your toys and start playing, son. There's no need of worrying. We're in God's refuge. Let off the steam."

L-110 Israel could set back and read the Bible. While the rest of them was screaming and building up steam, Israel was relaxed. Why? Death right at the door, what difference did it make? It can't hurt them.
So when death comes to our door (Glory to God.), as long as God's requirement, the Blood's been placed on the lintel of my heart post, what difference does it make, it can't bother me.
The doctor says you're going to die tomorrow, what difference does it make, the Blood is on the post. You got to die anyhow. But if that Blood's been applied I've got a resurrection coming. Amen.


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