<TITLE>03. Par 12-15</TITLE>L-12 I looked over there to a little old brother, Tommy Osborn. I thought of him, of how that he was down there--up here at Salem that night, or Portland it was, Oregon, when that maniac run to the platform and challenged me. Maybe people here was there when that happened. Was going to kill me right there on the platform. And I was speaking on faith. He said, "Tonight I'll break every bone in your body, you snake in the grass," and spit on me.
And I--I knowed better than say anything, and I just waited. And the Holy Spirit said, "Because you've challenged the Spirit of God tonight, you'll fall over my feet."
He said, "I'll show you whose feet I'll fall over," and he pulled back his fist to hit me.
And I said, "Satan, come out of him in Jesus' Name," and he fell across my feet till he wedged me on the floor.

L-13 And Tommy and them seen that. He went home and nailed hisself up in a room, waited three or four days, then come home up to Indiana, run around the car, a little, nervous fellow. He said, "Brother Branham, do you think God's give me a gift of healing?"
I said, "Tommy, it shall come to pass that that talk about gifts of healing will be run so far into the muck and mire, until it'll be terrible. There'll be such a mixed multitude go up with this. It'll be all kinds of sensations, and isms, and everything else arise, till it come to pass that everybody has to have some kind of a healing ministry or they won't even be feel they're on the field. And that's only to degrade the man that's absolutely trying to hold his position. Remember, you're just as important in the Kingdom of God as anybody else." And so... And I said, "God called you to preach the Gospel, did He?"
He said, "Yes."
I said, "You look like a promising young man." I said, "Then Divine healing goes with preaching the Gospel. (And that's right.) So just pray for the sick." And that's what he's done. How God blessed that boy: smart, intelligent.

L-14 I stood there and looked around. I felt about that big, standing there before that great big building, looking around. I thought, "My."
I kinda had a little funny feeling go through me, and I thought of Tommy over there, and Oral here; and I was on the field before both of them. And my, I'd hate for them to come to my office: one little typewriter setting in the end of a trailer, and trying to get somebody to help me answer the letters, and so forth. I thought, "My, what... I'd sure feel ashamed of myself like that."
I thought, "Well, God, I guess I just wasn't... You couldn't trust me with that much, that like that. I might have done something that wasn't right, so maybe You couldn't trust me." Maybe that's what it was.
And now, not degrading to the brethren, or not... Hope it doesn't sound sacrilegious, but just as plain as you hear my voice, a voice spoke to me that said, "I'm your Portion."
I said, "Thank You, Lord. I'm happy to have that portion."
"I am your Portion."

L-15 So I thought that sounded--made me feel good. I guess He just did that to encourage me, because I felt so like I hadn't done nothing when I stood and looked at them, what God had done for those brothers.
Then I thought maybe at the end of my road, when I finally finish my last sermon and pray my last prayer, that maybe He will give me a little portion of Himself over there somewhere. And I hope to be there at that day with all of you.


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