<TITLE>11. Par 125-136</TITLE>L-125   Now, aside for a minute. It's God's provided way. It only operates the way God provides for it. A little voice says, "Get down to the roots," and down it goes. Now, it does that without any intelligence. What ought we to do, by the same God speaking to us? We, but we got a right to refuse or to accept, and, mostly, we refuse. The tree can't refuse. It only knows one routine, that's, obey its master.
"Well," he said, "I never had thought of that before."

L-126 I said, "I tell you what. You think on it, a long time, while we go hunting. And when I come back, you tell me what it is... what tells that tree sap to go down into the roots, and stay for the winter, and come back again next spring. When you find out what intelligence that controls that--that tree life, and says, 'Go down in the root, and come back,' I'll tell you it's the same Intelligence that told me, 'to go put that handkerchief on the woman, and she'd be made well.'"
He said, "Tell you?"

L-127 I said, "Yes, sir." I said, "What was that man's name? Do you remember?"
He said, "I can't think of it."
I said, "It wasn't Branham?"
He said, "That's it."
I said, "I'm Brother Branham."

L-128 There on that spot he raised up, took a hold of my hands. He said, "For once in my life, I see what you mean." I led him to Christ.

L-129   Last year I was down there. He's passed on, went on. The mercies of God! There set his wife, under a tree, peeling apples, off the same tree. I walked up and I said, "May I go hunting?"
She said, "We don't allow any hunting."

L-130 I said, "I'm sorry." I--I--I said, "I thought I had permission."
She said, "Who'd you get permission from?"
I said, "Your husband."
And she said, "My husband is dead."
I said, "Just recently died, didn't he?"
Said, "Yes. He never give people permission."

L-131 I said, "Out under this apple tree... Last year, I was down here, and we were talking about this tree."
She said, "Are you Brother Branham?"
I said, "Yes."

L-132 She dropped the apple pan. She said, "Brother Branham, he died in the victory of Jesus Christ, his last testimony."

L-133   What is it? Just seeing, not trying to go through all the mathematics of how it happens, but just a simple little thing, watching God provide a way, and something keeping in the way. See, the same Intelligence that would say to a dumb tree, "Go down and hide for your life," that same intelligence was the One Who showed a vision of the woman. And he caught it. And he could not deny it, either one. There stood the tree, and there was the woman. Amen. See? God's provided way!

L-134   Neither have they ever found a better way for a chicken to get out of a eggshell, than to peck his way out. They haven't got any better way. Science has never been able to produce anything else. If you cracked the shell, to take him out, it would kill him. He'll die. He must follow God's provided way, in order to live. Amen. That works on human beings, too.

L-135 He is equipped. Did you ever notice a little chicken when he gets out of the shell? He's got a extra, little beak upon his shell, a little white scratcher. And the little fellow in there, just as life begins to come, he begins to nod his little head. What does that do? That little scratcher scratches the shell, and makes it thin. As he gets a little more life, he begins to hammer with that little thing. And after he's already out of the shell, he don't need it anymore, so it just drops off.

L-136   And the thing that does, it's a protection for the end of his bill. If it wasn't so, he'd have a deformed bill, and couldn't pick up his grain. Oh, my! God's provided way of survival! God fixes him up, just the way to get out of there. There's no better way. Anything else would kill him. He must come God's provided way. Now, if you try to manufacture some way or figure out some way, you'll kill it.


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