Branham Stories
What Satan's DDT has Done
To my little story... This chaplain said he'd been down in the hospital, and said so many boys laying in the tent, some of... He'd just come from the outside, and said he went out there, and some officer told him, said, "Chaplain, we want to ride out to take a look at the fields out there." They had throwed this mustard and chlorine gas, as they did in them days...
And said, "I got out there, Brother Branham," said, "there wasn't a bark on a tree; there wasn't a sprig of grass. It was on an Easter morning." He said, "There was some old wrecked tanks down there; the--the officer had to get record of them, and see if there was anything could be done for them, near the great Argonne Forest. Said, "When I was standing there by myself," said, "I looked up, said, 'O God, this is the way it's all coming to.'" That's right; it's all coming. It was all burnt up, no life nowhere at all, grass burnt off; the tree, by that gases, trees killed, everything was killed, twisted, hanging down, where bullets and things riddled it.
If that isn't a picture of the world today, where Satan's spraying his unbelief, his hybreeding, his science, his knowledge. Until the--what it was at the beginning, when God put Adam and Eve in the garden, that beautiful paradise without death, without sickness, without sorrow, and everything perfect in order, look what Satan's DDT has done! She's a chaos. There's nothing left in it.
He said, "I started crying. I walked back. I was attracted to a rock." Said, "I just went over there and looked at the rock, pushed it over. Down beneath the rock was a little white flower growing, the only living thing left (See?), because it had been sheltered by a rock."
God, my Rock, shelter us today, O God, when these poisons are flying everywhere in the name of science and education. Shelter us. Keep me until that day, O God, is my prayer"
