Branham Stories
The Prophet And The Killer Bull
Many people said about wild animals, "Aren't you afraid of them, Brother Branham?" Never. I love them.
Here sometime ago... My first seven years was a conservation officer, a game warden. And one time while I was going up to dig a little ditch to throw some water over to turn some fish into a stream... We were supposed to pack a little old pistol. And when I went over across the field, there was a man sick over there that I knew... I was a minister at the time. And I was going over to visit this minister, that had... or this man to pray for him
.And on my road, I just pulled off this little old gun and throwed it up in the car, and locked up the door, and took out across the field, which is about three quarters of a mile. I had forgotten that in that field was a killer bull, that had just killed a colored man, down at the Brook's Farm and they had sold him to Mr. Guernsey on the pasture up there. He was a famous bull, good stock, but was a killer.
And I was going out across the field, singing to myself, and I come up to a little bunch of scrub timber; and all of a sudden out of that scrub timber raised this big killer bull. And he looked right at me. What was the first thing? I reached for the gun to kill him. I had no gun. I looked for the fence about three hundred yards. He was standing about twenty or thirty yards from me. There was no trees, nowhere to go, but was stand on and take your death. So I said, "Heavenly Father, I suppose this is the end."
And I'm glad I didn't have the gun. I'd have killed the bull then and then went and paid for him. But I stood to look at the animal; he backed off, snorted, threw his horns down in the dirt, twisting his tail. I knew he was coming, and I stood and looked at him a moment, and something happened. Somehow or another... This may seem foolish, but all the fear left; when love come in, fear went away.
And I thought the same thing as I did about the bees. I thought, "Here it is again." And I said to him, "The One that created you, I am His servant. And I'm on my way to pray for one of His children that's sick. I'm sorry I disturbed you, but in the Name of Jesus Christ go lay down and I won't bother you." And the bull shook his horns, two or three times in the dirt, and here he come. I wasn't no more afraid than I am right now. Something took place.
Now, this sounds like a laugh, but it's not for that purpose. Neither is it a joke, for this sacred desk is no place for a joke and carrying on, it's the place for the Gospel. And the bull, I loved him and was sorry that I disturbed him. And he run right straight to me within about ten feet and stopped with his feet out. And he looked to the right and to the left, looked so depleted. And he turned right around, and went over there, and laid down; and I walked within five feet of him, and he never moved a time.
What is it? It's love. And brother, no matter how much we try to bluff, we're negative without love. That's right"
