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Memorial Service

Memorial Service

PHOENIX, AZ

January 26, 1966

William Branham Branham Family Smith Family Automobile Sunset


Address by Billy Paul Branham

I would like to thank Brother Williams, the full Gospel Business Men's chapter here in Phoenix, and the International directors for this opportunity to speak at this memorial service for my father.

As most of you know, I am not accustomed to speaking. Somewhere in God's choosing He let me be the one to travel with my father for the last twelve or fourteen years, in his evangelistic campaigns.

To my knowledge, the first time that I ever gave out a prayer card in a meeting was here in Phoenix, when Brother Branham had the tent service. I believe it was down here on West Buckeye Road. I think it was in 1950. Since that time I have traveled with him constantly except for a year while I was away in Bible School.

Brother Williams asked me if I would speak. I said, "No," but then he told me a lot of people had called and wanted to know just how everything happened. I don't know whether I can do this or not, but I will do my best.

Brother Branham and I had planned on going back to Indiana to have a couple nights' service. He had wanted to speak on a subject, entitled "The Trail of the Serpent." He told me to contact Brother Wood, who is a trustee in our church and a very close friend of Brother Branham's, to see about getting the school auditorium for the service. I did this; and before Brother Wood called me back for confirmation, Daddy called me and he said, "I don't think that we should do it." He said, "We will just go back home for the holidays."

So we started back on December 18th. He came over to my house as usual that morning, and you local folks in Tucson and Phoenix know the kind of weather we were having. It had been raining for several days prior, and so he had made mention the night before that we would just wear out hunting clothes because he thought we might have bad weather all the way home. He came over that morning about six o'clock.

We left Tucson (my family and I) with his family, and he followed me as he usually did in his station wagon. We left at approximately six o'clock and had our breakfast in Benson. We drove on to Alamogordo, New Mexico, and had our lunch. My son Paul had traveled with his grandpa most of the day, and also because of my brother Joseph.

When we left the restaurant after eating lunch, I made Paul get in my car with me, because I wanted him to take his nap. Dad spoke to me and said, "That is okay. Let him ride with me." So we went on up to Clovis, New Mexico, and we ate supper at a little place, I think it was Denny's Restaurant. We got out, and it was turning very cold. We head that there was going to be snow around the Amarillo area that night. So before we left the restaurant Dad said, "How far do you think we ought to go, Paul?"

I said, "Oh, I don't care." I said, "Loyce has been feeling bad, so I guess we had better stay in Amarillo."

He said, "That is fine." so he got in his car, and for some reason that I do not know, my little brother Joseph stopped and was going to get in my car. You know how things are when you are traveling with children. The car was quite crowded, and normally I wouldn't have let him in there. I am certain my wife wouldn't have, Mother wouldn't, and I know Daddy wouldn't have, unless it was in the divine will of God to do so. So he got in my car with me.

We had just crossed into the Texas line, around eighty or ninety miles from Amarillo, when I saw a car coming, and the headlight of the approaching car was out on the driver's side. I thought it was a motorcycle at first, because it was right in the center line. I didn't pay much attention to it. It was just a little after dark, I would say around seven-thirty at night.

When it came closer I could see that it was a car, and that one of the headlights were out. As I said, it was on the driver's side. The headlight that I had seen was right in the middle of the line, and so naturally the whole car was on my side of the road.

I swerved to my right, blew my horn, and just glanced in my mirror as I missed him. I saw the car pull back over on the right side of the road. I looked again, and I saw two cars hit. The car had swerved directly into Dad's path. All I could see were two cars going in two directions. Dad's car was coming toward me. My wife hollered. She said, "It is your daddy!" I said, "No there was a car that I had just passed that is between me and Dad." I thought that Dad was still another car behind them. So I hit my brakes to go back to help them.

When I got back to where the scene was, one of the boys was lying in the road. I went up the highway. There was beer, liquor, something (I don't know) all over the road. I saw this car down to my left in a ditch. I turned off the road, and when my headlights hit it, it was Dad.

All I could see was his head sticking out. To me, I can just tell you what I thought. I thought that he was gone. I told my wife, "He is dead." So she jumped out of the car and ran over there. It was just like a freight train had hit it. Such a mess.

I had left Joseph and my son Paul in the car, and had rolled up the windows and locked the doors, and had told them to sit there.

Dad and I have traveled many miles together, and we have seen lots of things, lots of accidents, and I have seen lots of people die. I have seen lots of people killed instantly on the road. It was a sight that I had seen before. So in my conscience, I knew that he was gone because his eyes were open, and his face looked swollen. It was just that look that lots of us have experienced.

I got out of the car. I just didn't know what to do. I ran to him. Joseph started screaming, and when he did, his head dropped. I picked his head up in my hand, and he said, "Who was that?" I said, "That was Joseph, Daddy." I said, "Are you okay?" And he just looked at me. He didn't say anything.

This has a special meaning to me because of a tape that he spoke on, Sirs Is This The Time? I cannot say that this is true, but I know that he never responded until Joseph cried for his daddy! Then Dad said, "Tell Joseph everything is O.K."

My wife was over talking to Mother, and trying to arouse her. She hollered for me and she said, "Billy, you mother is dead." I ran over there, and I finally found her up under the dash where the heater was. I laid my hand over on her. I felt her arm but I could feel no pulse. I felt her heart and I couldn't find any. I can't say; but I just couldn't find any pulse.

I looked in the back seat, and my sister Sarah was lying there, just moaning. So I came back to Dad, and he was so caught in the car to where he couldn't move. His left arm was in the door, and the metal was just jammed in up on it. His left leg was wrapped around the steering wheel. Most of his body, his head and shoulders, were projected through the windshield, just lying on the hood.

To give you just a little something I want to say here, a few weeks before that Brother Gene Norman, a friend of ours from Tucson, Don Weertz, and myself went hunting with Brother Brewer (I don't know whether he is here or not) up to Kaibab, and while we were hunting, I became ill. I have kind of a nervous condition--melancholy I would say, I don't know--I just went up into the hills. It was night time. I started crying, and I lost my supper. Just nerves, I suppose. I came back down. I saw Daddy take off his hat and bow his head standing by the fire. In just a few minutes you know it was all gone.

Then as he stood around the fire, he couldn't eat his supper. I asked him if I could fix him some soup or something. He said, "No," and he took off, walking down the road. When he came back I could see there had been tears in those eyes. I told the brethren, "You just don't know what he is going through." I said, "You just don't know!"

He came back to the fire and I stepped over by him after awhile when I didn't think the Brethren were looking. (I don't know if they were or not.) I said to Dad, "Are you feeling all right?" and he said, "It is okay."

Just before we went to bed that night he said something that I have never heard him say before, that I can remember. He spoke to Brother Norman, a friend of ours from Tucson, and said, "Did you all see Billy go up into the hills a moment ago?" And they all said, "Yes." He said, "You see, that is the reason Billy likes to always be with me. He says he knows that if I will just pray for him, it will be all right."

He said, "Brother Norman, you remember a few weeks ago when you fell off the fence when we were hunting and tore up your ankle?" He said to him, "You didn't think that you could walk on it for many, many days, and I just laid my hand over on you, prayed for you, and in a couple of days you were back to work." Brother Norman acknowledged this to be true.

He said, "I was hunting several months ago, and I just made a little sprain on my ankle." then he started unloosening his boots and he said, "Look at this," and it was still black and blue.

He said, "Billy was so nervous that he didn't think that he could make it." He said, "You are okay now aren't you, Paul?"

I said, "Yes."

He said, "it is just that little touch." He said, "I have prayed for this ankle, and it is still the same. I prayed for this nervous condition, and it is still here." He said, "It is not for me. It was sent for you."

I didn't realize that then. It was just words to me then. But the night of the accident, he looked at me and he said, "Can you get me out?"

Well, I tried, I really tried. I said, "No, I can't, Dad." I said, "Dad, look at me." He opened his eyes. I said, "You speak the word, and you will come out of there." I had his head in my hands like this. He turned his head to the right, never spoke a word, but just turned his head from me like that. Then I knew what he meant when he said it wasn't for him, it was for us.

To emphasize this to you; after I went over and saw Mother before the ambulance arrived, I came back to him and said, "Dad, I know you are hurt bad, but I think Mom is dead." I said, "Sarah is okay, but I think Mom is dead." I will never forget that.

He said, "Where is she?"

I said, "She is over to your right." So somehow, I don't know how, but I know he moved his right hand, and he laid it over on her, and to the best of my knowledge this is what he said: "Lord, don't let Mommy die. Be with us at this hour."

When I came back to her, Mom was moaning and moving. I asked him, "Should I move Mother?"

He said, "No, just leave her." I asked him about Sarah. He said, "Leave her also."

The ambulances came, and took Sarah and Mom away. We still couldn't get Daddy out. When the ambulance returned, we still hadn't gotten him out. They made two loads with the other car, and we still couldn't get him out.

The traffic was lined up for six miles in both directions. Finally a man came with a four wheel drive truck. He had a logging chain on the truck, and they put it around the door and tried to pull it off. But they couldn't. I asked them if they would put it up in the windshield, where that brace comes down. I said, "if you pull it long enough that I can get under there, I can get him out." So they did. They pulled it until the front gave way so that I could crawl over Daddy's right shoulder, go down under the front seat, and untangle his legs that were under the dash and the steering wheel. He spoke to me and said, "Catch me, Paul." He fell over in my arms, and I pulled him from the car.

We took him to the hospital. When we got there they had brought the others in. The boy that hit him was dead on arrival. Mother and Sarah were in the emergency room, then they brought Daddy in. After he got in there the Doctor said, "Is that your daddy?"

I said, "Yes Sir."

He said, "Well I don't give him much of a chance, Son."

I said, "Yes Sir." I didn't know whether to call for help or just what to do, so I just sat there and tried to pray and hold on to what he had taught me.

They took him in for X-rays. He said, "We are going to take him to Amarillo because he needs special care. They all have to go, but your daddy has to go first because he doesn't have that much chance." Then Daddy went into shock (or so they call it), and they couldn't send him. They sent Mom and Sarah on up and made another load up with the Mexican boys.

When I came out the doctor asked me, "What type of blood do you have?"

I said, "I don't know, sir."

He said, "well we have to give him blood immediately. He is getting too weak."

I said, "Well we will go check." It wouldn't work with my type of blood. They looked in the blood bank, and they didn't have any. They sent to Amarillo and told them to bring back, I think it was three pints of blood from there. They got hold of the sheriff, because he had the same type as Daddy. He was so far gone when they gave the blood to him, that when I walked into the room, they had him in some kind of a bed, in the emergency room, that stood him directly on his head. They said he couldn't receive the blood lying down flat. He took this blood for approximately eight hours, I would say. Then they told me, "I don't know how he is living." I forget the doctor's name, but he said, "When I came to give him the first bit of blood, his blood pressure was zero over zero. I have his blood pressure up now." He asked me if I could go in the ambulance with them to Amarillo. I said, "Certainly."

So a nurse and I took him to Amarillo, which is eighty or ninety miles from Friona, Texas. We left about six o'clock that morning, and we got there around seven thirty. The doctor was there to meet us. He checked him just the same. Daddy was still unconscious. He checked his X-rays and so forth, and said, "Is that your father?"

I said, "Yes sir."

He said, "I saw you praying for him."

I said, "Yes sir."

He said, "I hate to tell you this, but you would be better off to pray that he would die."

I said, "No sir. I can't do that, sir."

He said, "A man can't live with that many injuries."

I said, "I believe he can."

He lived for six days in the hospital. I can't say that he was conscious, and I can't say that he wasn't because he would make motions to me and to different brethren that went to see him. We prayed. We got a hold of men of God and prayed. I have always heard Daddy say, "Outside of God there is no hope." How true this is.

On the fourth day they said, "We are going to run a test on him. I guess you have been noticing him. We have watched him for the last forty-eight hours. His left eye is going shut." The doctors term (I don't know what it was) either meant that he had a blood clot, or else he had a stroke. He said, "I believe that he will die tonight. We are going to run a test." I forget what they call it now. It is kind of a dye they run into the main artery of the heart and then they see where it goes from there and how it goes into the brain, he said, "if it is a blood clot on the brain, we will have to go in there and take it out."

They took him up, and about an hour and a half later they were back. They called us into the room. He said, "We could find no blood clots." I might be wrong, but to my knowledge he said "The blood wouldn't go through the jugular vein." He said, "Your daddy's brain is swelling. When the brain touches the skull, that is all." He said, "I will give him a little bit of room here so it can swell, and I will give him some medicine to try to reduce the swelling. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. This they did, and he lived for two more days, as they expected.

Then the night before he passed away, we were singing in the waiting room of the intensive care unit. We were all sitting outside, singing, and praying. It was very dark. I believe one of the brethren mentioned this last evening. To my knowledge we were singing, "It Shall Be light About The Evening Time" because we knew that Daddy loved that song so very much. As we were singing, the sun broke through the clouds, and the sun looked just like this pillar of fire we have seen many times in the meetings. I knew then the time was close.

On December the twenty-fourth, Christmas Eve, I was downstairs. Brother Pearry Green came and said, "Doctor Hyde wants to see you." It didn't alarm me, because that wasn't Daddy's main doctor. He was a bone specialist. So I went up and he said, "Mr. Branham." I said "Yes sir." He said, ""I have the sad news to tell you, your father passed away at five-forty-nine."

Well, you could just... you know what I mean. So I came out while the brethren were standing there, and told them. I said, "One thing I remember, he said, 'if you ever hear that I am gone, you stop for just a minute and take your hat off and sing one chorus of Only Believe.'" This we did.

Brother Pearry Green then said he would take the body to Jeffersonville, where I had requested that the funeral be held.

I had to tell Mom and Sarah, who were still in the hospital. I didn't tell you about their injuries. Mother had a broken left leg and head injuries, and my sister Sarah had a broken back in several places.

When I told them, they said, "We are going back to Indiana." I told the doctor they wanted to go, so we tried to get things ready. The only way the doctor would let us go with them, was to get an ambulance plane. Brother Moseley and the brethren here were with us. They got the plane. We chartered two planes and took them back to Jeffersonville. When we arrived they were put in the hospital, and we went on down to the funeral home.

When I looked at that body, it didn't look like my dad. Then I thought, "He is not there at all." I know it was for some reason that I thought that way. We had the funeral on a Wednesday. Many, many people came. Those who couldn't come sent their sympathy and their love, and we appreciate this so very much.

I know it has been asked, so I must tell you. We did not bury our father. I said, "Lord, if you let me get through this funeral service, that is all I can do. I can't commit him to the ground. Mother will have to make that choice." I went to her, and she said, "I don't know whether I want to live in Tucson where Daddy had just built a home for us." (They were planning on moving in after we came back from Jeffersonville.) She said, "I don't know just where I want to be, but where I am, I want him to be there also."

I asked the coroner (who is a very good friend of mine), if he would give me permission to keep him there, or if I could just put him in a vault or something like that without committing him to the ground, till after Mother decided what she wanted to do. He said, "I love that man too much for that. I will keep him here in the funeral home. When you decide, then you can have the service." Up to now we don't know, but we must make a choice within the next few weeks. We know that Mother will make the right choice. So we desire you to pray for us.

My mother is home in Jeffersonville in the parsonage now. My sister is still in the hospital. She is able to walk, but she can't sit. Just as soon as she is able to sit, then we are going to bring he back to Tucson, to our home here, or wherever the Lord leads.

I don't know how to tell you of what I have to read to you now, but I said, "Lord I have never spoken much before, maybe five or six words before a congregation." When Brother Williams asked me to come, I said, "Brother Carl, I can't come out there. So many times I have brought him in to that old platform, I just can't do it right now, Brother Carl." Then I thought, "Now Dad wouldn't want me to be that way." So I prayed, and I came.

Brother Williams gave me his room over here, and as you know, Daddy always said, "I can't get Paul out of bed." I kind of like to sleep late. But somehow this morning I woke up about 6:00 o'clock, which is very unusual, and I couldn't go back to sleep. When I woke up I thought, "I am so lonesome for Dad." This might not mean anything to you, but I would like to read you something that just came to me this morning. Please excuse the way I read the words, but I want to read something that was a comfort to me, in my heart.

I would like to title this "My Dad."

I am lonesome, oh, so lonesome

For the man I called "my dad."

It seemed like all the world would end,

When I lost the greatest friend I ever had.

You may now ask me, then why be sad?

But please remember, he was my Dad.

My Dad is not here with me on this great memorial day;

I know he could have been,

But he chose the straight and narrow way.

He never wanted wealth or fame,

But only pointed us to Jesus' Name.

I wonder why should it be that it should be a car wreck,

But it made the Bride take a closer check.

He was not a large man of stature and voice,

But if you ever heard him preach,

You knew he was God's choice.

His nature was gentle, he never tried to offend,

But this was not so when he cried out against sin.

He preached a great message called "Sirs Is This The Time?"

Then he brought us to Tucson for God's answer to find.

I wondered why God told him to go way out west?

But I never said nothing because he always told me,

"Paul, God knows best."

He told me not to worry, for God's ways He reveals.

Then the answer came forth, the mystery of the seven seals.

To me he was the messenger of Malachi 4:5 and Revelation 10:7,

And God knows best when he took my Dad to heaven.

The message he brought came straight with the Word.

Although rejected, but never a man before him stood.

I love this prophet of this fast dying race.

And I believe this message,

And I will meet him by God's grace.
Address By Roy H. Borders

Thank you, Brother Williams. I would like to read a scripture from Luke 12:42, before I make a few little remarks, this evening.

And the Lord said, Who then is that faithful and wise steward, whom his lord shall make ruler over his household, to give them their portion of meat in due season?

There are so many things that could be said on this particular occasion, that we have set aside as a Memorial service for this great servant of the Lord Jesus Christ, Brother Branham. Time being so important, it is hard to put into a few words just what is way down in the heart.

For eighteen or nineteen years I have followed Brother Branham around the country wherever he went. If I had the money to get there, I tried to be there. Since 1959, I have been his manager, and have worked as closely as I possibly could with this man of God.

I was thinking of the theme verse that we have used for many years: "Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and for ever." (Hebrews 13:8) Not a God of yesterday only, or just for today but He remains the unchangeable God, that we have heard our brother refer to year after year, and time after time. I believe He is now standing present with us in this very building. The Word says that wherever two or three are gathered together in His name, He would be there in the mist of them.

That Word that has been delivered to us so faithfully--the Lord Jesus Christ--stands ready to stand behind it and confirm it, for the hour is at hand, and His appearing draweth nigh.

I followed Brother Branham's ministry as closely as I knew how to follow it. Many times I saw him pray for people who were in an absolutely impossible condition to be helped, and yet the Lord raised them up. From my own personal experience in knowing the prayers of this man of God, on two different occasions I would have died, except that the Lord hears this man's prayer. Because of that finished work of the Lord Jesus Christ, I stand as a witness today, with a testimony that is the truth. I am so grateful for the Lord. A memorial could not be long enough, expensive enough, or great enough, to represent the great eternal work that has borne witness in the hearts of God's people, even among those present here tonight.

He was a very strange, peculiar, and unusual man; yet the life of every man of God whoever stood still long enough and heard the Word of the Lord, was peculiar and strange also. He represented the Lord Jesus Christ.

As we think of Brother Branham tonight, I might just title my remarks, "Who was this man?"

I think of Abraham, who one day had a Visitor, Who came down and stood before him and told him the secret of his heart. He referred to and spoke to Sarah, telling her about her own condition. He said that one day she would have a son, even according to the time of life.

This man of God, who stood in this hall, has likewise revealed the secrets of the hearts and told men things that no other man knew, but the Lord Jesus Christ. I would like to ask you, "Who was this man?"

I think of John the Baptist. (How great that man was.) He was a lover of the wilderness.

I think of this servant of Christ that we are having this memorial for tonight. How perfectly typical he was, in every way. Brother Branham, like John the Baptist, was a lover of the wilds. He was one who hated sin, impurity , and anything that bound up God's people. He hated all kinds of immoral life. He was one who spoke out harshly against the church of the Lord Jesus Christ when they would tolerate or allow their woman to corrupt themselves, with the evil imagination of the world. He was one who stood there, like John the Baptist, as a bright light.

They asked John one day, "Are you the One that is supposed to come?"

John said, "I am only the voice of one crying in the wilderness, 'prepare ye the way of the Lord'."

I would lie to call to your remembrance these things. I would like to ask you, "Who was this man who was in our midst?" A man that could have been rich, and yet for your sake and mine, he laid aside all those things. He drove a borrowed car, wore a suit on his back and shoes on his feet that someone else had given him. Even the food on the table was often provided by someone else. Yet, he could have been a millionaire, with gifts that he could have received.

Who was this man? A man that was uneducated, as far as world standards were concerned, and yet teachers and wise men would sit at his feet to learn. He challenged any theologian to come and question him on the stand that he took in this word of God.

I would like to ask, "Who was this man that we are having a memorial for tonight?" Unannounced, and yet there are few who have been in a Pentecostal meeting that did not know something about this man, William Branham. Brother Joseph Mattsson-Boze, one day while making a flight across Africa, went up into the cockpit and talked to the pilot. He happened to mention that he knew William Branham, and asked if the pilot had ever heard of him. the pilot said, "There isn't a man in Africa that doesn't know that man!" Unannounced, but yet heralding the voice of the Lord around the word, which is "Thus saith the Lord."

Who is this man we are having a memorial for tonight? Many have called for him to pray for them. Kings of the earth have sent telegrams for him to come, and he has gone to them, laid hands upon them, and they have been healed. Congressmen in this land of ours were raised up according to "Thus saith the Lord." He has had appointments with leaders and men of renown in far off countries. Why was it that they called upon him for advice, council, and prayers? What was it that they saw in him? It was something that the people of this land don't recognize today!

Who was this man? Some called him "a great man". Some say, "He's the Messiah." Some say, "He is a prophet." Some say, "He is the star that is shining bright." some say, "He is an angel to the church.' Others say, "He is a mind reader, a false prophet."' Never did he enter a building to speak to large crowds, nor did he ever talk to an individual, but what he demanded that they form an opinion of what was "Thus saith the Lord" in that Word of God. Every man was called upon to form some sort of opinion.

What sort of man is this that we are speaking of tonight? His birth was announced by a pillar of fire hovering over that little crib, before young parents that didn't even know God. He bore witness to that same pillar of fire all during his life. Many have seen it with their own eyes. Yet those of us that haven't, have heard them bear witness that what he said was the truth. During these visitations we have seen him stand on the platform and reveal the secrets of the heart.

My one hand is raised that all things he ever told me were exactly the truth. Never was one thing added, neither was there one thing taken away; but it was perfect. I have never at anytime seen anyone acknowledge differently that what he told them was the truth. It was perfect in every respect. That is right.

This is not the work of a man. This is the work of the Lord Jesus Christ, being manifest to the church in these closing days.

The same pillar of fire that was with him at his birth, also bore witness when he said he wanted to leave this "pesthouse" and go over into that other land. He said that he wanted to put his sword back into its sheath, take of his helmet and lay it down, place his Bible beside it, and shove off across that river, screaming aloud, "Lord, I'm coming home!" That is where he has gone.

Many brethren witnessed at the time of his death how that even the moon dipped gently on the horizon. Its color was blood red. Two stars fell in the very direction of the hospital where he lay. All during those six dark days, there was not a sign of the sun. Yet at that very moment that we began to sing the song, "On the wings of a snow white dove, God sent His pure, sweet love; a sign form above..." the sun broke through the clouds, in that glowing amber color of the pillar of fire, that he witnessed to us would come.

Even the stars of the heavens witnessed to this sad time. A bright star (I do not know if it was the North Star), but before our very eyes, it would dim and then brighten up, and then dim again, and finally disappear, only to return to the scene. It was seen in other places, in fact all over the country. There were sighs in the heavens. That is right.

Even at his funeral, we were able to look directly into that sun and see the different colors. It seems as though a great disk hung in front of it.

God was trying to show his people that there had been an unusual man in our midst. I wonder if we have heard what he said? Who is this man of God, whose birth and death were declared by the firmament?

Brother Branham wrote additional words to the song, "Snow White Dove," just before he passed on. It was a song of commemoration, pointing to something that was going to take place, typifying the suffering that he would soon experience. I want to read it to you.

Though I have suffered in many a way,

I cried for mercy, both night and day. (Six long, long days)

But faith wasn't forgotten by the Father above,

He sent down His sign of the wings of a dove.

Who was this man of whom we bear witness tonight? What was this great ministry? I would like to personally testify to this man of God, as one who stood in his presence, and beheld the works of the Lord. As the Queen of Sheba said to Solomon, "Blessed are thy servants, which stand continually before thee, and that hear thy wisdom." (I Kings 10:8) I am one of those blessed ones.

I would like to refer you to the Word of God. Men may have opinions of the Word, but the only thing we really can stand on is "Thus saith the Lord." The Word of God foretold that these days would come, and I believe it with all my heart. Malachi 4:5 says:

Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord: And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse. (Malachi 4:5-6.)

And unto the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write; (Revelation 3:14a)

There has to be an angel for it. This is that Laodicean age, the seventh age, and all men realize we are right at the end.

But in the days of the voice of the seventh angel, when he shall begin to sound, the mystery of God should be finished, as he hath declared to his servants the prophets. (Revelation 10:7)

Not all men's hearts have been turned back to God. Not all mysteries have been answered to every man's heart, but to those who will hunger and thirst after righteousness, they shall hear, they shall know, and they shall understand. Their confidence shall be in that God whose testimony we have that He is the same yesterday, today, and for ever.

We might build great buildings or monuments in honor of this messenger. We might name our children after this man of God. We may say great things and use wonderful words of praise, lauding him to the skies. But all of this is empty unless we heed the Word that he has given unto us, unless we heed them with all of our hearts. If our eyes have beheld and our ears have heard his Word, then we will take heart, and we will take courage; for we are not left without the Word of the Lord that he has brought to us by the revelation of the Holy Spirit.

Yes, he was more than a prophet. If we really believe, we will walk in all the light of the gospel. He has announced and said. "Judgment will come to California!" Those that really believe will flee for their life just like our Brother McHughes, who sold his church and moved the whole congregation out of California. I believe that is the greatest memorial he could ever have.

When we see (like we see tonight) women with long hair, their faces clean, and properly dressed, this is the greatest kind of memorial we could give to this man of God. When you flee from your denomination and then band together as a church of Jesus Christ, this is a great memorial to this man of God.

This is the last message the church will receive, and we have received it. The Word has been given. It is up to you and I to live it, to ripen in the sunshine of that Son of God. To believe and live the message brought by Brother Branham is the kind of memorial that he would want. This is a worthy memorial to a man that lived God first, the people next, and his family third.




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