<TITLE>27. Par 91-95</TITLE>L-91 I seen him level down, a dead shot, and I thought, "Oh, my. He will blow her heart plumb through the other side. How can he deceive her like that? How can he be so mean as to do that? blowing that whistle, and getting that mother deer out here and shoot her. Doubtful he'd ever take her in."
And I thought," That loyal heart of that deer will be blowed out of her." And I looked, and I see him leveling down right. And I thought, "As soon as that cross hair in that scope come right across that loyal heart, he'd blow it plumb through her." I turned my back. I couldn't look at it.
I started praying. I said, "Heavenly Father, how can he do it? How can he do it, Lord? And he won't listen to me talking about You." I said, "How can he do it?" And I was there kind of praying to myself behind a bush.
I listened for the gun to fire any minute, but it didn't fire. I waited. It didn't fire. I looked around, and it was going like this. He couldn't hold it no more. He looked around, the great big tears running down his cheeks. His black Indian hair fell down his face. He threw the gun down on the bank, said, "Billy, I've had enough of it. Lead me to that Jesus you're talking about."

L-92 What was it? He saw something real. He saw something that wasn't put on, artificial. He saw the real display of motherhood after her baby, something that was genuine. O God, make all of us that kind of a Christian.
How many in here would like to be the kind of a Christian that that deer was a mother? Your heart, danger, or nothing else, sees something great, see something that's real. Then God, oh, may His blessings...

L-93 Let's bow our heads just a moment. Each one of you in your own heart pray, say, "God, make me that kind of a Christian," just silently to yourself.
O God, our Father, grant unto Thy servants, O Father, pardoning of sin. Hear us as we cry. Bless us now. Reveal our sins to our hearts, and make us real Christians. Let grace and mercy abound in our hearts. Grant it, Lord.

L-94 They saw something real, and they were ready then. They saw something that could not be manufactured. It had to be something that was real. It wasn't a manufactured thing. And we've got a God tonight.
That man is a deacon in a church. Right there on that snow bank, with his arms wrapped around my frozen pant legs, he said, "Billy, there's got to be a God somewhere." Said, "Is there a God that can make me a Christian, as much as that deer is a mother?"
I said, "Yes, Burt. His Name is Jesus. Will you receive Him?"
He said, "With all my heart, Billy, I receive Him."
I knelt down in the snow took the shell out of his gun, put my arm around his neck. There praying together, he received Jesus as his Saviour. That's been about twenty years ago. He's a faithful member of the body of Christ now: wonderful brother.

L-95 Now, while we're praying, how many here in Divine Presence, with your heads bowed would say, "I would like to be that kind of a Christian." Maybe you've never accepted Christ as your Saviour, and you'd say, "God, be merciful to me. I've always wanted to be a Christian, but really, I've never seen nothing that would just make me... nothing real like that. But I really believe that there is a God, and I want to accept Him as my Saviour." Will you raise your hand, say, "Pray for me, Brother Branham." God bless you, sir. Another? God bless you, lady, and God bless you, God bless you, you, and you. God bless you back there, lady. Some another?
Now, you may be a member of a church. I'm not talking about membership. I'm talking about it's you being a Christian, genuine. Death would mean nothing to you. You love Jesus so that He's just you're... You love Him like a mother would love her baby. And you know, you talk about the love that He has for you? He said, "Can a mother forget her suckling babe?" Said, "She might. But I can't forget you. Your names are engraved on the palms of My hands."


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