<TITLE>40. Par -</TITLE>L-61-2 I can imagine them apostles never acted like us. They went around, probably men of few words till they got in the pulpit. They walked in, and they done what they was supposed to do, and walked out. Yes, sir. They had power. They had virtue. They had no arguments with men; they knowed where they stood. That's all. They knowed who they believed. They kept on walking in the Spirit doing only... Just as I said the other night, "One little nod. That's all God had to do, then nothing going to stop them." They didn't question, and study, and hum-haw, and weary like we do whether they should do this or that. They went ahead and done it anyhow. Just one little nod from God, that done it. That's just it. Why? How could they know it was a nod from God? They had all these virtues in here, all these qualifications. And the first little nod of God compared with every bit of this and with His Word; they knowed it was the Word of God and away they went. They didn't have to worry about nothing else. When God spoke, they went.

L-61-3 We speak--God speaks to us; and we'll say "Well, we'll start off. We'll see if we can live this Life." First thing you know, somebody upsets you. Why sure, that's the devil.
You ought to seen him trying to keep me away from this meeting this morning. You ought to have that one time. Oh, mercy, I have to fight every time I mention a meeting. And if I'm going to pray for sick, and somebody dying and not saved, there'll be thirty calls come in in ten minutes (if they can get that fast), to keep me from it. "Oh, Brother Branham, you got to do this." But there's a soul at stake. Yes.

L-61-5 The other night I was called to a place. A young man, I talked to him down here in the what-you-call-it--super market a few years ago. He become an alcoholic. I knowed the boy, a good fine boy; but he was a sinner. And so his mother called. I think she called Doc a couple times, and I called... They called Billy, and--and finally I got the message. And when I got the message, honest to goodness, I never had so much fight in my life to get to that boy. And when I got there, the poor fellow was past knowing me. There he was laying there, unconscious and just carrying on. His father trying to pat him and saying, "Honey," and the man's fifty--about fifty-one years old. And saying, "Honey this," and "lay still." He's trying to get up; his little old arms about that big around. The boy had so much cancer until he wasn't nothing but solid cancer. All the organs of his body had cancer. Even his blood stream was cancer, everything. And there he was trying to raise up and carrying on like that.

L-62-1 I took him by the hand; I said, "Woodrow, Woodrow, this is Brother Branham."
His daddy said, "Don't you know, this is Brother Bill, Woodrow; this is Brother Bill."
He said, "Huh, Huh, Huh," like that.
And his daddy looked and said, "Billy, you come a little late."
I said, "Never too late. He's here. I've had a battle, and then the other boys, some more boys (sinners) was standing there, some of his relatives. I said, "You see, boys, make ready, 'cause you'll come to this place. You've got to come right down here. See? Maybe not through this cancer; you might come through something else, out there on a highway bleeding to death, or something. You got to come to it." We talked to them. I was waiting to see what the Spirit said do: waiting.
The first thing I know, I felt that little nod. "Lay you hands on him." I walked around and said, "All you bow your heads." They all bowed their heads, two or three young fellows in there. I put my hands upon him. I said, "Lord God, let the boy have conscious of knowing what he's going to do, for he has to meet this thing. He's dying. This devil has got him wound up, and he's going. And he's drank himself to death. And here he is in this condition; I pray You be merciful to him." And when I prayed for him, the next morning he was setting up talking to his daddy.


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