Branham Stories
I Wouldn't let my cow have that kind of Religion
Remember setting right back where Sister Wright's at one night that a woman was going to throw me out the door for doing something like that. Yes, sir. I said, "You're not coming in my church with your old..." When they used to wear or cut their dresses way down like this, and with that funny looking stuff and about half of their body exposed, I said, "If they ever come in my church, I'll sure put them out." And some little old snicklefritz down here (She died not--after that, and she called on me, dying. She was a Catholic girl.) walked up there and set down with that like that. I looked back and spied her setting up here (They was singing.), took off my coat, walked back there, put it up around her shoulders. I said, "Madam, if you're going to listen to me preach, would you please wear this coat while you're in the church of God."
She stomped out of there, spread them little lips as she went out of the building; she said, "If he's got religion, I wouldn't let my cow have that kind of religion."
I said, "Don't worry, she won't have it."
When we had the tent, they called for me when she was dying. She had a heart attack, and she was dying. Her husband come. He said, "Come quickly," (And I was right in the meeting), a big tall boy, standing at the door waiting for me. I run his--got in my car and run up there. As I went up, I met that old nurse out there that lives down in Howard Park yet. She said, "Reverend, there is no need of coming." (That's been about twenty years ago, maybe a little better.) Said, "She's dead." Said, "She's been dead about three minutes." Said, "She screamed as hard as she could for you." Said, "I got a message for you." I said, "What?" Said, "Tell that preacher that I said that about, please forgive me."
I went down there to look at her: beautiful woman. And she had suffered so hard she had little freckles across her nose. A pretty woman. And the freckles looked like stood out. And her eyes had pushed completely out of the sockets and was halfway turned back. 'Course her bowels and kidneys had moved, and the steam coming up all over the bed like that. And her husband looked at me and said, "Brother Branham, say a prayer, 'cause she wanted to see you." I said, "A prayer for her now would do no good. The way the tree leans, that's the way it falls. Be not deceived; God is not mocked: whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he reap"
