The Family Altar
299 And I know, that day when I walked into that hospital, when I had my great challenge. I seen my wife die; me calling for her life. “And what have I done but stand on the street corner and preach, and pray for the sick?”
And then Satan said, “Well, He won’t answer your prayer.”
300 I seen her die, but I know that in her was that resurrection power. Them bones shall rise again.
301 I seen my little baby lay there. And I lay my hand on, say, “God, don’t take it.”
302 Look like He pulled the curtain down, said, “I won’t even hear you no more.”
303 Satan said, “There it is. Just one word…” He knowed better than tell me there was no God, ’cause I knowed that. But he said He don’t love me, He don’t care for me. See? Every reason thing, said, “You’re just a young man, yet twenty years old. There lays your wife laying down here in a morgue. And here is your baby going there. And—and just…You said He was a great Healer, and He’s all this. And, look, what does He do? One word, He wouldn’t even have to speak it, just look down there and say. Just nod His head, that’s all would take place, and it’d be healed. But, you see, He don’t love you. He don’t care for you. Letting your baby die right there now, and even refuse to hear your prayer in this dark hour.”
304 Everything he said was absolutely the truth. “So what have you done? Work all day long, till you couldn’t hardly stand up. And then sit up all night, till twelve and one o’clock. Standing on the street corners, preaching. Making calls to hospital. Just come in and sit down, a chair, sit there and sleep an hour or two, and go back to work again. Next night, the same thing. And here you are, about twenty-one, twenty-two years old. Every friend, every young lady, every young man that you ever associated with, called you a crazy crank. What have you done? You made a fool out of yourself. Don’t you see it?” I was just about ready to agree with him.
305 And Something down in me, that was that quickening power. I said “The Lord gave, and the Lord taken away. Blessed be the Name of the Lord.”
When all my hopes give way,
Then He’s all my hope and stay.
For on Christ, the…
[Blank spot on tape—Ed.]…sinking sand.
Oh, He shall come with triumph sound,
Then may I then be in—in Him be found,
Wrapped in the robes of His righteousness.
306 Not in my own; I don’t have any. Mine is filthy, dirty rags. I’d hate to try to go to Heaven on my preaching. Hate to try to go to Heaven on my visions. I’m going to Heaven because I hold His grace in my heart. His grace, that’s why I’m going. That’s how we go.
65-0410 - The Easter Seal
Rev. William Marrion Branham