<TITLE>04. Par 16-18</TITLE>L-16 Amazing, a little boy, little bitty lad, didn't look over twelve years old (I don't see him here), had a little usher band on his arm, come up just now, and knocked on the window. I was setting there reading a Scripture. I'd been studying on a Scripture to preach on this afternoon, and I--I was looking through to be sure that I had the Scripture at the right place. And I'd had a few wrote down here, and I--I was checking them over. And this little boy come up, said, "Brother Branham, can I take your picture?"
And I said, "Yes, sir. You sure can," I said, "if your camera will stand it." So I got outside. He took my picture. I said, "You better examine it. It might be broke." And he just laughed, cute little fellow.
And he said--he said, "I don't think it is."
And I said, "Well, I hope it's not." Then he turned and looked at me. I said, "Do you live here?"
He said, "I do."
I said, "You sure got the most wonderful climate of anywhere I've ever been."
And he said, "Thank you." He said, "Well, Brother Branham, I don't want to detain you; I know you're studying. And if I never meet you here again, I'll meet you at the other side." A little boy, was a little usher.
I thought "That's right." Yes.
Partings leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
While sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
In seeing, shall take heart again.
That's right. Let us see where we can come from; and make footsteps, that if there is a tomorrow those who come on will follow the footsteps. Let's be sure they lead straight to Calvary, 'cause that's the place. Thank you all again.

L-17 And now there may not be, the... I don't know who takes care of these armory, whether it's the--the officer of the day, or whether it's the... who it is; or--or whether it's a committee, or... Whoever it is, I want to thank them for this precious time that they have given us, and this army building here.
And I don't know too much about the army. I always wanted to be a soldier. You heard my life story, how when I used to just look at magazines and see soldiers, and I--I--I wanted to have a uniform so bad. And I--I think it's a credit to have--wear the uniform of this United States, to what we represent--a great honor. The First World War I was too little. I was only about four years old. And in the last World War I was too ugly or something. They didn't take me, so they--they wouldn't have me.
I went over to register as a minister, and he said, "Are you married?"
And I said, "Yes, sir, I am."
And he said, "We put ministers in the class of 4-H." And said, "When we need them we call them."
I said, "I'll be waiting, sir. I'd sure like to get out there and encourage the boys, do all I could." They never did call me, so I guess they--they didn't need me.

L-18 So I remember I wanted to wear a uniform so bad, I... A fellow had a Boy Scout suit, and I told him, "When you wear it out, will you give it to me?" And he said he would. And finally two or three years passed, and I kept asking about that suit. And he tried to find it, and he didn't find nothing but one legging. And I took that, and I wore that, that one legging. I'd stand up to the blackboard at school to write, and I'd put that legging on the right leg, so I could stand this way, you know, and write sideways. Everybody thought I had on two, you know. I just had the one. So it was a uniform. But I was always kind of little, and...


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