Branham Stories
Could Anybody Ever See God ?
Up at my home, I live on the Ohio River, and oh, I just love water. And there was a little boy that lived down in the city, and he went to a church, and he was a fine little lad. And he said, to his mother one day; he said, "Mother, I want to ask you a question." Said, "I hear the preacher talk about God being so great." And said, "Now, I just wonder if anybody could ever see God?"
"Why," she said, "honey, you ask your Sunday school teacher." Said, "Mother couldn't answer that. I don't know nothing about it."
And so they ask the Sunday school teacher, and she said, "Oh, I wouldn't know about that. You ought to ask the pastor."
So he went and ask the pastor. The pastor said, "No, sonny, no man can see God. No man can see God and live. You just can't do it."
So the little fellow was disappointed. He associated with an old fisherman that lived on the river. And one day, they was up around close to... Pardon me. [Brother Branham coughs--Ed.] the six mile island, and there come up a storm. [Brother Branham coughs and clears his throat--Ed.] Excuse me. And there come up a storm, and the waters... You know how it gets after rain, the leaves are all washed off.
The old fisherman got back out in the boat and started down in the river pulling his boat. And just as the oarman, or any boatman knows, the--the harmony of that tip of the wave on the oars, like that, as he bringing down, just pulling a box of fish behind. And there was a--the sun come out in the west, over this a way, and was looking towards the east, the old fisherman was, and there come a rainbow across the skies. And the little fellow was setting in the stern of the boat, and so he begin to notice the old fisherman with his gray beard, tears begin to run down his cheeks as he looked at that rainbow going along.
And the little fellow got enthused and he ran up to the center of the boat, and grabbed the old fisherman by the knees and fell down there at his feet. He said, "Sir, I'm going to ask you a question. My Sunday school teacher, my mother, my pastor, no one could answer. Could anybody see God?"
And the old fisherman so overcome, he just pulled the oars in the boat, threw his arms around the little boy; he said, "God bless your little heart, honey. All I've seen for the past fifty years has been God." There's so much God on the inside of him; everything he looked at was God.
That's how you see God is when you get God inside of you. Let Him look through your eyes. That's how you'll work for God, when God can use your hands, use your feet, use your lips, use your tongue, use your ears, use your eyes. God, in you, sees God on the outside. God is in His universe. He was in the rainbow, settled the question there that none of them could settle.
I'm a hunter, as you all know. My mother's a half-Indian, and I--and my conversion never taken that out of me. I still go up into Colorado where I'm a licensed guide, and--every fall, and go way high in the mountains where I used to herd cattle for years, and set there many times, learn so much about God.
I remember setting there, my leg across... Where the Hereford Association grazes the--the Troublesome River Valley, and watching the ranchers as we bring in the cattle, putting them up in the springtime to herd them. And here's one thing I--reason I'm interdenomination.
The ranger stood there at the drift fence, and he watched those cattle. If you can raise a ton of hay on your ranch, will produce as many tons of hay, you can put cow on the forest. I guess you still have the same laws here. And then, the rancher standing there watching those cattle, he never paid very much attention of what brand they had on them. Ours was the Tripod, and the others... The name above us was Turkey Track, and just above there was Grimes, the big outfit that had the bar--diamond bar, and many of--some of them put hundreds and hundreds head of cattle on there. But you know, that--that ranger never noticed them brands. He watched for the blood tag in the ear. You couldn't put a Hereford on that forest without--or cow on that forest without being a thoroughbred Hereford. It had to be a registered Hereford.
And I think at the day of the judgment, God will not notice whether I belong to the Assemblies, or the Church of God, or what church I belong to, the brand that I wear; He will look for the blood tag; the Blood of His own Son. That's what He will--will look for. Nothing will go in there but a borned again Christian"
