Amber Light Appears At Birth April 6, 1909, 5:00 Tuesday Morning
I'm told by my mother and my father. Now, my dad was a logger in the woods. My mother and father were married when my mother was fourteen years old and my dad was eighteen years old. I was borned when mama was sixteen years old, just a child having a child, that was all.
I was born, I only weighed five pounds, little bitty fellow. I lived in a little old log cabin. The picture hangs in my house today, that a person painted for me in California. And the little old log cabin, and in there, in this little log cabin, that morning on April the sixth, when the midwife opened up the window so the light could shine in to show, let Mama see what I looked like, and Papa. When they looked in--in there, there was a Light come whirling through the window, about the size of a pillow, and circled around where I was, and went down on the bed.
Several of the mountain people were standing there, they were crying. My people, back before me, are Catholic. I'm Irish on both sides, and so they were, they, my people. Not my mother and father, because they had gotten away from the church. And then they didn't know what happened. Course, you know how superstitious the mountain people is, said, "That young'n that was born with the Amber over him, you know, there was a Light appeared over yonder in a room. Wonder what kind of a young'n it'll be? See, he will be born somewhere, he will be a certain--certain thing." You know how mountain people are.
Early Spiritual Experiences, July 13, 1952
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Grandmother Was A Cherokee Indian
A dove has a great strange thing in our family. One day when my grandmother... She come from up here in Kentucky, off the Cherokee reservation. She was dying, a little woman, and she was... They had... I think they call it scrofula or something, she was dying. And grandfather knelt down by the side of the bed; while Mama, Aunt Birtie, Aunt Howlie, all of them knelt around the bed; Uncle Charlie, (little bitty four-year-old boy) the baby; Mama, the oldest, being about twelve years old. And she had combed her black hair out on the bed, and she started singing, "Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee," when she was dying. Grandpa, at that time, wasn't a Christian. I baptized him at eighty-seven years old, in the Name of Jesus Christ, at the foot of the river there where the Angel of the Lord appeared. But while she was singing this song, with her feeble little hands up in the air, a dove flew in the door, come around, set down on the top of the bed, started cooing. God took her soul.
On The Wings Of A Snow-White Dove, November 28, 1965 Christmas Time
I remember when we was little kids, they would get out and cut down an old cedar bush somewhere, and mom would pop some corn and string it around it. That's about all there was on the tree. But them little, old ragged socks was hung up there just as... And, oh, and maybe she'd get a... maybe one little sack of candy, and them little hard candy, (and two or three to me, and two or three to Humpy, and two or three to this), just little pieces of candy, and we'd keep that all day long, sucking on that, you know. And wrap it up in a little piece of paper and put it in our pocket. And if we got an old cap pistol, or--or a little horn to blow, it was a great thing, it thrilled us.
Today, course, it's different. The poor people has got a-hold of a little bit of money and it's got so they can buy their children more things, they dress better, eat better, live better. And all--all the way around, I guess they're better off, and under the wage condition of today. And therefore, little kids, you have to let them have something.
But always be sure of this, tell them there is no such a thing as Santa Claus, 'cause it's not right. One of these days they'll walk up and say, "What about Jesus, then?" See? See? So tell them the Truth, be honest with everybody. Be Truth. And, especially, you wouldn't tell your children something wrong, 'cause they would raise up and say... They believe in you as a Christian, and they want you to... They believe that what you tell them is the Truth. So be sure you tell them the Truth, then it'll come out all right.
Christianity Versus Idolatry, December 17, 1961
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When I was healed, with stomach trouble, why, I remember holding my stomach, going along there, and when I was prayed for, I didn't have nobody with the gift of healing to pray for me, the elder anointed me with oil. He told me, I read in the Bible, I seen God's Word was right. And I know he had a right, though he was a Baptist preacher, he come along, anointed. The Bible said so. He poured some oil on my head, said, "Now do you believe you'll get well?"
I said, "Now, God, I'm asking with all my heart, let me get well."
I went right down home to start into my eating. I had been drinking barley water and prune juice for about three, four months. The doctor said, "One mouthful of solid food would kill you right now." You know what I done? I went right down home and we had cornbread, beans and onions for dinner. I don't know whether you ever eat it like that or not. Boy, it's good! I could stand some right now. And Mom baked, my mother baked with a big old pone in it like that. I always get the corner where it's nice and greasy, you know, and brittle. So, we're still enough Baptist around home to break bread, you know, we don't cut it. Jesus broke bread and blessed it. So we break it down, then just reach over and break you off a piece. So I... and mother said... We never had had a prayer in the home. And dad, my dad was Catholic.
So I--I said, "Now, I'm going to try to ask the blessing." And I never will forget poor old Dad, how he cried.
And Mother said, "I don't mind you having religion, honey, but you, the doctor said it would kill you."
I said, "But God said I would live."
"And if I die I'm coming up to Your House. And when I meet You at the door, I died trusting Your Word." I said, "I've tried doctors long enough, and they can't do me do good." And I took that big mouthful of beans and that onion, great big chomp of that cornbread, and I started on it. And I chewed, tasted pretty good, a little funny, but I hadn't eaten about over a year, of anything solid. And when I swallowed the first mouthful, here it come right back up again. When I did, I held my hand over my mouth, keep it from coming up. Got me another spoonful, till I eat the whole entire plate-full of them. When I got up from the table, I just had to hold my hand... just as sour of acid as it could be.
Mother called the doctor, said, "He will die, that's all there is to it. One mouthful will kill him." Said, "That's all there is." Here I was, going across the floor, you know. She said, "Are you... How do you feel?"
I got in the room and I started off with this, "I can, I will, I do believe; I can, I will, I do believe; I can, I will, I do believe that Jesus heals me now. I'll take You at Your Word, I'll take You at Your Word," like that you know, on down, believing that with all my... I just got so weak I just almost fell across the bed like that, I thought, "Oh, mercy! Mercy!"
And I got up the next day, I walked down the street, you know, my, I didn't care. Mother come in, she watched me all night long. Thought sure I'd die, you know. Next morning all them beans was laying right there at the same place. Said, "What do you want?"
I said, "I want some more beans and cornbread." Yes.
Oh, the Devil ain't going to cheat me out of it. No, no. God said so! "And every promise in the Book is mine, every chapter, every verse, every line; (is that right?) I am trusting in His Word Divine, for every promise in the Book is mine." That's right. He--he... I'd rather He had said, "Whosoever will" than said "William Branham." There might be a hundred William Branham's, but "whosoever will," I know means it's mine. And that's right. I just said, "I believe You." Yes, sir.
And I started on, went down the street. Said, "How you feeling, Brother Branham?"
I said, "Wonderful." I'd go down the street, going... mouthful of beans, swallow them back. No, no, I wasn't going to spit them out, no, sir, swallow them back. The Lord blessed them, they were mine. Keep on, I'd go down.
Say, "Hello, Brother Branham."
I'd say, "Hello."
"How you feeling?"
Somebody told me not long ago, said, "Brother Branham, you was lying." No, I wasn't. No, I wasn't. They was asking me how my body was feeling. And I was answering how my faith was, it was wonderful. Yes, sir. Yeah, their... My--my faith was feeling wonderful because I took God at His Word. I don't care how I felt. If I'd still been belching up, I'd still say, "I'm healed!" Amen! That's right, sure, because God's Word is right.
Experiences, December 14, 1947
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"I Seen Him At The Burning Bush"
There is a true and living God. That's right, Jesus Christ is the Son of God. The Holy Spirit is in the Church today. "Now, if I just had somebody to tell me that, I'd have a right to doubt it." But listen, one day yonder, as a little boy, I was standing under a tree, and I seen Him. I heard Him. He told me, said, "Keep away from them foul women. Keep away from the cigarettes, keep away from cursing, drinking, and all these things. I got a work for you to do when you get older." Now I know He's a real, living God that copes with His Word.
When I got a little older, how He met me! How He talked to me! How I seen Him yonder at the burning bush, and that Fire moving around yonder! How I seen Him speak and tell just exactly what would take place! And every time hits perfect, just as it can be perfect like that! The same One that says those perfected things like that, is the same One Who inspires me to teach this Bible just the way I teach it. That's right. So it comes from God.
To me it's God Almighty, and He's the same yesterday, today, and forever. Jesus said, "I come from the Father and I go to the Father." When He was come... when He was God in the wilderness, He was a burning Light. How many knows that? He was a burning Light, Pillar of Fire. And He come here on earth, and He said, "I come from the Father and I go... I come from God and I go back to God."
When He died, buried, rose again; and Paul, on his road to Damascus, met Him again. What was He? Still a Pillar of Fire. Yes, sir. What did He do when He was here on earth? What did He do when He met Paul? How did He send him? He sent him to a prophet that told him how to be baptized, told him what to do. Laid his hands on him and healed him, told him he had saw a vision,
That same Jesus is here today, doing the same things, and still the same Pillar of Fire, teaching the same things and confirming it by His Word and by signs and wonders, I'm so glad to be a Christian, I don't know what to do! I'm glad that you are a Christian.
Serpent's Seed, September 28, 1958 NO SHOES AND TEN BELOW ZERO
I remember coming down that Utica Pike up there, as a kid (seven, eight, ten, twelve, fourteen years old), no shoes on (tennis shoes) and it eight or ten below zero, and tennis shoes, the toes out of them. And not... now that ain't walking down like the street here, but busting the snow. There's no automobiles coming down, there might be a wagon track once in a while. Come down that highway of a morning, little old coat on, no shirt, and it pinned up like this, no more than what got on right now; soaking wet to my knees, go right on in and pay no attention to it. See, hardly have a cold. But that was about forty-five years ago. So, a whole lot of weakening, gone a lot of miles and built up on the speedometer, you know, so we just don't take it like we used to.
God's Gifts Always Find Their Places, December 22, 1963
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"Poem That Used To Help Me So Much"
Don't the Bible say that all things work together for good to them that love God? So what are you scared about? Let us be up and doing with a heart for any strife! Be not like dumb driven cattle, have to be begged and persuaded! Be a hero! I like that. Stand up! A little poem that used to help me so much when I was a kid, goes something like this:
There was a noble Roman,
In the Roman Emperor's days;
Who heard a coward crocker,
Before the castle say:
"Oh, it's safe in such a fir tree,
There's no one can shake it."
"Oh, no," said the hero,
"I'll find a way or make it."
There you are. That's right. If this Bible teaches that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever... It wasn't an easy thing when I stepped out of this Tabernacle that day, and everybody telling me this would happen and that would happen. "You'd be considered a fanatic, throwed into jail. And all the medical association would get against you." But God said, "Do it!" The Bible said He was, and now a revival fire burns in every nation under the Heaven! That's right! Stand up to it!
How do you tackle your work each day?
Are you scared of the job that you find?
Can you stand right up to the work ahead?
Have you got a tired and empty mind?
(I hate that stuff!)
Or do you stand right up to the work ahead,
Or is fear ever running through it?
If so, tackle the next you find,
By thinking you're going to do it.
Stay with it. Certainly. Purpose in your heart like Daniel. Stay with God.
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"Got Our Education Out In The Woodshed"
We used to go get our groceries on Saturday night, everybody. And we had an old Jersey wagon, and Pop would put some straw back in there, and all of us kiddies would get back there, and he and mother would set up front. And he drove a little old mule, we go about seven miles down to the city. And Pop made, I believe, it was seventy-five cents a day, and he would buy all the groceries and things to last us through the week. And when he paid our grocery bill, Mr. Grower, the groceryman, why, he would give us a little sack of candy, and stick candy, oh, peppermint. And, oh, it was good! And so the thing of it was, there was about eight of them little Branhams, and maybe give about six sticks of it, you know, so there was just about eight pair of little Irish eyes watching that candy to be broke just equally among each one. We'd set out there, you know, it'd be cold weather, we'd cover up in quilts. We'd get them, that candy, and all the boys would go to eating their candy.
And I kind of played a little trick on them. Now, don't you boys try this, 'cause it might not work. So I'd take my candy and act like I was eating it, and then get a piece of the paper sack off of something, you know, and wrap it up and put it in my pocket. And I wait until Monday. And Mother would say, "William!"
I'd say, "Yes, ma'am?"
Say, "Go to the spring and get a bucket of water."
And a big old cedar bucket, and the gourd dipper, you know. And I'd have to go down to the spring. That thing was heavy. And I'd say, "Edward." I called him "Humpy," was his nickname, brother next to me. I'd say, "I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll let you lick on this stick of candy till I count ten, if you'll go get that bucket of water for me." Very few chores I had to do on Monday, till as long as that candy lasted. I was a businessman. "Lick on that candy." And I'd--I'd count, I'd say, "One, two..."
"Not so fast!"
And I'd say, "Two, three..."
"Now, you're counting too fast!" I'd have to start over again, he'd get a couple extra licks, you know. And, so, and then keep that candy there, wrap it back up till I'd have something else to do, you know. I had it easy then on Monday. I was a man of leisure. My, to go back to those days again! That was good candy. You know, maybe tomorrow I could go out and get a box of Hersheys, but it wouldn't taste just like that did. You know, that was really good. Did you ever eat it with salty crackers, them old barrel crackers, big ones? Did you ever eat that and peppermint candy? Did you ever eat brown sugar with it?
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I tell you, the second thing I ever stole in my life, and only thing I know of, was a handful of brown sugar from my daddy. They had some brown sugar in a box and made molasses for breakfast. Did you ever eat brown sugar molasses? Oh, my! So I'm going home with some of you for dinner, that's all there is! I went in, and my brother said to me, said, "If you'll go get the sugar, I'll get the cracker."
I said, "All right."
And Mother and Dad was hoeing in the garden. And I went in and got a big handful, enough for both of us. I was walking out with that. You can't even look straight when you're telling a lie, you know. So I walking along like that, down along the garden, the only way I had to get out. And Dad turned around, said, "Where you going, William?"
I said, "Sir?"
He said, "Where you going?"
I said, "I'm going down to the barn."
And he said, "What you got in your hand?"
I thought, "Uh-oh."
I changed, I said, "Which hand?" You know.
"Come here." Oh, my! I didn't want no more sugar for a long time. So, sure tasted good, though, see, I'm talking about the sugar yet.
For, when my Father gave us a whipping, he had a razor strap made out of a piece of belt leather. Oh, my! And I... And he had it up over the door, the golden rule, and it had all ten commandments on it. It was out of hickory. A limb about that long, you know, with them ten branches out on it. We got our education out in the woodshed, just running around Daddy as hard as we could go like that. Listen, if we had some more dads like that, we'd be better off, amen, that's right, instead of appeasing your salary and giving him fifty cents to go to the picture show on Sunday afternoon. That's it.
Come into a place not long ago, I was going to pray for a sick person. A little boy come in, and a little Mary, you know, stomps her foot, she said, "I'm not going to eat this." And said, "Well, Mother!"
And the little boy said, "I want to do this orange," and he grabbed it and threw it against this.
Said, "All right, son." Oh, my!
You ought to have been the son of Charles Branham. He wouldn't have been able to eat an orange for a week or two. So he would've, sure. And he'd take ramrod out of the old musket, and--and he used to call it, "beat the Devil out" of us. So I guess maybe that's what it was. We thought it went out, anyhow, when he was. I love him. He never--he never give me a whipping I didn't deserve, and I love him today. That's right. Wish I could set down and talk to him. Hope to, someday.
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I believe when we get over there we'll know each other. Don't you? I believe I'll know you exactly as I know you now, only, we'll be immortal and we'll know each other. Why? They knowed Elijah and Moses; and--and Peter, James and John recognized them. And we recognized Jesus after He returned back in His glorified body. The Bible said, "It does not yet appear what we shall be, but we'll have a body like His, for we shall see Him as He is." So we'll have one like that. And He was eating and so forth. And I just believe Heaven's a real, real place that we're going. Amen,
Now, I remember when I started into school. Not long ago I stood by the old place where the schoolhouse was, and looking at it, and, oh, I looked like my heart would break. I remember when we used to go down there to school and--and we didn't hardly have any clothes to wear. Poor little old kiddies. Dad was strictly an Irishman. Every penny it didn't take to pay the grocery bill, he drank with the rest of it. We went to school without clothes. I remember, all one winter... Now, it's no disgrace to be poor. But I didn't have a coat to put on, or shirt to put on. And I had a coat that Mrs. Wathen, a rich woman, had give me. It had a little eagle on the arm, and I kept it pinned up like this.
And I went every day to school. And we'd have to borrow a piece of paper, and didn't have no books to study out of. No wonder I'm ignorant, and didn't have... or illiterate, rather. So I did, no paper, no books, or nothing. And they didn't have it like they do now where the--the community furnishes it, or the school. And we were... I remember that year I--I wanted to study, but I--I just didn't have the opportunity, the books and things to study with.
I remember it come spring of the year, I had been all winter without a shirt. And got kind of warm weather there, and before school let out. And teacher said to me one day, she said, "William, aren't you warm with that coat on?" Said, "Take that coat off."
Well, I couldn't take that coat off, I didn't have any shirt. And it was just the skin, so I was... I said, "No, ma'am, I'm just a little bit chilly."
She said, "You're chilly on a day like this?"
I said, "Yes, ma'am."
Said, "You better come over here and set by the fire." My, that big old stove, and she had fired that thing up, and the perspiration just running off my face! She said, "Are you still cool? Are you still chilly?"
I said, "Yes, ma'am."
She said, "You better go home, you're sick." I wasn't sick, but I didn't have any shirt on, and I couldn't take that coat off. So I wondered how I was going to get to go back to school. I waited a couple days.
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My Father's sister that lived across the hill there a piece from us, so we... they used to come over. He had a... they had a girl about my age. She had left her dress there, so I figured out one day that I could get a shirt out of that. So I cut the bottom part of it off, here, and I--I took the other part just stuffed it down in my trousers, and I went to school with it. It was little sleeves up like this, you know, and so it had all that there... What is it they call that stuff that runs around on it like that? Oh, yes, rick-rack. I had all that kind of stuff all over it like that, you know, and so I--I... They said--said, "That's a girl's dress."
And I remember that winter at school, all the kiddies, it was 1917. There was a big snow in Indiana. I guess you got it over here in Ohio, too, any of you can remember back that far. So there was a sleeted, and sometimes the drifts would be seventeen, eighteen feet deep. And so most the children had sleds, and they could sleigh ride. And brother and I didn't have any sled, so we got up an old dishpan out of the dump. And we'd get in this dishpan; it was all sleet on top, you know, and I... we'd set down and wrap our legs around one another, and down the hill we'd go. Just... Now, we wasn't as much class as the rest of them, but we were sliding just the same. So that--that did all right till the bottom come out of the pan. So we had to hunt another sled. So we got a log, and we chopped it off a little ways till... We had to chop, bring our wood from the river and out of the woods, to burn. Each evening when we'd get home from school, have to saw wood till plumb dark. And then I remember we got the old log, and we were going down along the... sliding on the--the ice.
And there was a boy went to school there. If I'm not mistaken, some of the folks from the Tabernacle, that's in here this afternoon, from my church, I heard they were, it was Lloyd Ford, is who it was to you that... And I'm sure Brother Ryan knows who Lloyd Ford is. I just seen him here a while ago, and had... I was talking to him the other day, telling him about that. It was during the time of that First World War, and everything that was big enough to put a uniform on, had a uniform. And, oh, I wanted to be a soldier so bad! And when I got old enough then to be in the army, they wouldn't take me.
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So, after all, I got to join the army and put on a uniform. It might not be... It's not on the outside, it's on the inside. I'm in the Christian rank. God give me the Holy Ghost and I'm in the war today, in the battle against Right and wrong, and I--I'm for the Right. And I feel my uniform, whether you can see it or not.
Now, this boy, I said, "When you--you..." Had a boy scout suit. He sold this Pathfinder magazine. I said, "When you wear that out, will you give it to me?"
And he said, "Sure."
Well, I never seen a suit last so long! But after a while, after he... Finally I missed him wearing it for a long time, I said, "Lloyd, what about that suit?"
He said, "Why, I'll ask my mother." And so he said, "No," said, "she taken the coat and made a pallet out of it, and the trousers, she patched some of dad's trousers with it." And said, "I haven't got a thing left but one leggin."
I said, "Bring me that."
So I got this one leggin, a little draw string on the side, well, I wanted to wear that leggin to school so bad, I--I didn't know how I was going to do it. So I put it in my coat one day, and when I was riding on this log going down the hill, I act like I hurt my leg, and I said, "Oh, my!" I said, "I hurt my leg so bad!" I said, "It just reminded me, I got one of my scout leggin here." I--I pulled that leggin up, and, oh, I thought I was something then!
And I remember I went up to old blackboard. Did you ever go to country school? How many went to country school where they had eight grades come up? And I stood by the blackboard like this, to work the problem, you know, and I had that leggin on that side, and I stood like this and worked sideways like this, see, to write, look at that one leggin. All the kids got to laughing at me, and I got to crying. Teacher made me go home, so, oh, it was a hard struggle back there.
I remember one day around Christmas, Mama popped some corn and that was really a rarity. We couldn't... brother and I couldn't take our lunch like the other kiddies. Their mother's would bake that old oven bread and, oh, my, it was dandy! But we... They had sandwiches, made sandwiches. But what we had, we had a little molasses bucket about this high, and on one side would be a little jar full of greens, maybe the other side a little jar full of beans, a piece of bread, a leaf sticking between it, and a spoon. We were ashamed to eat before the other children, because they could have sandwiches and cakes and cookies and things. And we'd go over the hill from school, and set down there, and we'd set these little jars between us. And God bless his heart, he's in Glory today. But we would set and eat, one with another, like that.