Branham Stories
Heroism
Here sometime ago in the New Hampshire state just above you here, I used to hunt. I love to hunt. I seen a hero play one day, a heroism. And that was... I hunted with a man up there. I better not call his name, 'cause he might be setting here. Well, if it's all right, it's Bert Call. So then... And he was a--he was... We hunted together. And oh, he was the most cruel-hearted-est man I ever seen. He would just delight in shooting little fawns. Well, that always burnt me up to--to do that. Now, if a fellow...
Now, he wouldn't just kill one, he'd kill a dozen if he could, and just laugh at it. And I said, "Bert, I..." Abraham killed a calf and fed it to God. That's exactly the truth. And so, then I said, "If you wanted a--a fawn to eat, all right, but Bert, how do you go out there and kill those poor, little things like that, just to see them jump and die?"
He said, "Oh, you chicken-hearted preachers, that's the way with you." Well, behind that, I believe there was something about the man. So I just kept praying for him.
And one year I went up to hunt with him. He'd made hisself a little whistle. And he could go through that whistle just exactly like a--a fawn calling. And one day we were out hunting together, and we was in the bushes, and there was a--a meadow out like that. And he stooped down and blowed this whistle.
While he blowed the whistle, a beautiful big doe raised up on the other side. She'd been lying down and she raised up, her big ears stuck up and those big, brown eyes looking around. She heard the scream of that baby. So she begin looking around. She stepped right out in the open, looking for that baby, see where it was at.
Well, I seen the man put a shell in his gun; I thought, "Oh, surely he won't, surely he won't, that mother for that baby." And when he put the shell in his gun, he raised up to take aim. And I was standing back there, and I thought, "God, don't let him do it. Oh, how can he be so cruel as to do that? There's plenty of others in here. Why kill that poor doe?"
And then, he was taking his aim, leveling down. And I seen that doe, she had her head up, and she looked and she seen him. She looked at that rifle. But you know what? The call in her heart, the love for that baby, she ignored the rifle. She walked right on out, trying to find where that baby was. It was in trouble. She was trying to find it, looking all around like that. Those big, brown eyes and those ears, and knowing that a cross hairs of a scope was laying right across her heart. But she didn't care. There was a baby in trouble. She wanted to find where that baby was. It was a motherly love in her that called her to that.
The first thing I noticed Burt's rifle shaking. He threw the rifle down, he run and grabbed me around the waist. He said, "Billy, I've had enough of it. I can't stand it no more." What was it? What got him? I led him to Christ. There he's a Christian.
I said, "What did it? What was it?" He saw that play--display of heroism. He saw that mother's love that walked right out in the face of death. No matter if it was a cry of a baby, she was willing. She would die, no matter what it was. The mother instinct in her, though any other, the buck or any would've run. But she was a mother. Her baby somewhere was in trouble. Now, it don't make any difference, death or anything, she stood right there looking for her baby.
We need Christians like that who will display Jesus Christ. That's right. The love of God in our hearts."
