Branham Stories
Daddy, Is Mommy Down There In That Hole?
It's been about fifteen or eighteen years ago when Billy Paul, the little boy about five years old, hardly so much... We had a little flower we was taking to his mommy's grave at daybreak one morning on Easter, just as the sun was coming, peeping up; or just before daylight, it was, then going to the service. And as we walked down to the grave, the little fellow took off his hat as we moved to where his little sister and his mother was buried. And he begin to snub and cry, and he said, "Daddy, is mommy down there in that hole?"
I said, "No, son. She is not down there in that hole. She's a million times better off than you and I." He said, "Will I see mommy again?" I said, "By the grace of God, if you desire it, you can see her again." Said, "Will her body ever come up from this grave?"
I said, "Honey, close your eyes, and I'll tell you a little story. Many hundred years ago this morning, there was a tomb left empty." I said, "It's a memorial to those who sleep in God will Christ bring with Him when He comes." Without a shadow of doubt, I rest solemnly upon God's eternal promise. As Job of old, when we hear that "ashes to ashes, and dust to dust," it reminds me of Longfellow, who said:
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is just an empty dream!
And the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
He said.
Yea, life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
For dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
They call it a theophany, that when we leave here we go in somewhere else. Whatever it may be, I take the apostle's Word, when he said, "If this earthly tabernacle or dwelling place be dissolved, we have one already waiting to move from this into that."
