<TITLE>01. Par 1-11</TITLE>65-0418M, It Is The Rising Of The Sun, Branham Tabernacle, Jeffersonville, IN, 150 min
L-1         Let us bow our heads. Lord, as we gather here this fine Easter morning, see the little buds pressing their way out, the bees flying in and getting their portion, the birds singing like their hearts would burst with joy, because there is an Easter. We believe that You raised up Jesus from the dead, many years ago, today, and we celebrate this memorial day.

L-2 And let there come an Easter among us all, today. May we, as His servants, understand His Word, that we were in His fellowship then, and that now that we are risen with Him and setting together in Heavenly places.

L-3 Bless the service here in the tabernacle, and across the lands where it goes, by this telephone.

L-4 Heal all the sick and the afflicted. May it be an Easter for them, also, and an exodus from sickness unto strength. And those who are dead in sin and trespass, may they live today through Christ. And we'll praise Thee, for we ask it in His Name. Amen.

L-5   I certainly deem this a marvelous privilege, this morning to be back here in Jeffersonville, Indiana, with this great congregation, the church packed and standing, and around and outside, and in the lots and everywhere. To you people on the phones across the nation, it's a beautiful morning here.

L-6 Five o'clock this morning, my little friend with a red breast flew up at the window and woke me up. Seemed like his little heart would burst, saying, "He is risen." I've always thought of this little bird as being a friend to me, because I like him.

L-7 As the legend about him says, "A little brown bird saw Him suffering on the cross, where sin had placed Him." Of course, the little bird had no sin. He didn't have to die for the little bird. "But he flew into the cross and tried to pull the nails out, with his little beak, and he got his breast all red." And that's the way I want mine, too, as a shield, of trying to protect this glorious Thing that He died for.

L-8   Realizing that our time is limited here, especially for those friends who are listening in by this telephone, I would like to call your attention this morning to a--a picture that sometime ago was taken by the camera, of a vision that I had here at the tabernacle, of leaving Indiana, to Arizona; where I was to meet, in the form of a pyramid, seven Angels. Not knowing what would happen later, when I got there, thinking it was the end of my life, that no one could stand the blast; and I'm sure all of you are acquainted with the story. And then in Sabino Canyon, one morning like this, while in prayer, there had been a sword placed in my hand, and said, "This is the Word, and the Sword of the Word."

L-9 Later, the Angels appeared as was prophesied. And at the same time, a great cluster of Light left where I was standing, and moved thirty miles high in the air, and around the circle, like the wings of the Angels, and drawed into the skies a shape of a pyramid in the same constellation of Angels that appeared.

L-10   Science took the picture, all the way from Mexico, as it moved from northern Arizona, where the Holy Spirit said I would be standing, "forty miles northeast of Tucson." And it went into the air, and Life magazine packed the pictures, "A mystic something way in the spheres, where there could be no moisture, where there could be no evaporations of anything; thirty miles high, and twenty-seven miles across," and coming right up from where those Angels were.

L-11 Now, they asked, to know. Science, the one of them in Tucson, wanted to know any significance, but I didn't tell them. You all knew it, told beforehand. But it wasn't for them; it was for you.


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