<TITLE>18. Par 184-195</TITLE>L-184   He reached back. And I started getting for my thermos bottle, get my chocolate, and started getting out like that. And he pulled that little old whistle out of his pocket, and he gave it a big blow like that. And looked at me with them lizard-looking eyes again, and blowed that whistle. And when he did, just about far as across this building, a great big doe stood up.

L-185 Now if some of our sisters might not know, the doe is the mother deer. And, see, that whistle was a baby, and it cried, and this big doe stood up. And right about eleven o'clock in the day, anyone hunts deers knows that that's a bad time. They're bedded.

L-186   So she stood up and looked around. I could see her just as plain. He looked back at me, and he blowed again. And instead of--of running, she walked right out into that open.

L-187 Now, that's unusual. They won't do that. Any hunter knows that. And they won't, and they won't do that. But she walked right out there. Why? She was a mother; that was a baby. It was, see, it's just born into her to be a mother, and that baby.

L-188 And Bert looked down, pulled that bolt back, let it down on that thirty-o-six. And he was a dead shot. And I seen him level down like this, and I knowed he would blow her faithful heart plumb through both sides, a hundred-and-eighty-grain, mushroom bullet. And I thought, "How can you do it, Bert? How can you be so evil, to call that mother deer right out there and then shoot her heart right out of her, and her trying to find her baby? How can you be so brutal as to do that?" I was thinking that. And I see him level down like that.

L-189   And I couldn't, I couldn't look at it. It was just too much. I guess I am chicken-hearted. I just turned my back, and I thought, "God, how can he do it? How can a human being be that mean, to do that, just to shoot that poor faithful mother's heart right out of her?"

L-190 Now, she wasn't trying to act on. She wasn't putting on a show. She was a mother. She seen the hunter when he throwed that gun down, but did she run? No, sir. Her baby was in trouble, and she was trying to find her baby.

L-191 And I turned my back, as I said, and started. I said, "Lord God, how can he do it?" I noticed, and waited, waited, the gun didn't fire.

L-192 And I turned around and looked, and the gun was going like this. He couldn't hold it no more. He turned around, them big old lizard eyes had changed, tears was running off his cheek. He threw the gun on the bank, and he said, "Billy, I've had enough of it. Lead me to that Jesus you're talking about."

L-193   Right on that snowbank I led him to Christ. Why? He saw something real, he saw something genuine. "If they hold the... their peace, the rocks will cry out." That mother wasn't putting on nothing. She was a genuine mother. No matter if it was death, or what it was, she was standing right in the face of death, knowing that just any minute that bullet would blow through her heart, but she was after her baby.

L-194 Oh, if we could only be as much Christian as that deer was a mother! Why? She was born a mother, she was born to be a mother. We are born to believe the Word of God. We are born to believe Jesus Christ.
Let us bow our heads.

L-195   How many in here right now, with an uplifted hand, would say, "Brother Branham, truly I would like to be the kind of Christian that that little doe was a mother. I--I wish that my heart was just so full of Christ that I could stand in the face of anything and be a real Christian just as much as that deer was a mother. I, that's the kind of an experience I want"? Will you raise your hand? God bless you. That's fine. God bless you. So many, everywhere. I'm so thankful that you still got enough real something in you that'll make you believe.


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