Branham Stories
Son Of A King
One time in the south, I read a story from down here where they--when they used to have slaves. They'd take those people and sell them on the market, just like you would a used car. And then, there was a buyer--broker who would come by and pick up these slaves, and trade them and just like you would a car, or something. And those slaves was away from their home country. They were from Africa. The Boers kidnapped them, brought them over here to the islands, and then smuggled them into the United States and sold them for slaves, from out in Jamaica and around. Now, we find that those people were sad. They'd been kidnapped from their own home. They'd been taken out by an enemy, and they were sad. They'd never see their husband no more, their wife no more, their father, mother, their children. They were absolutely. They had to whip them with whips to make them work, for they was sad people.
And one day a broker came by a certain plantation; and he saw a bunch of slaves out there working. And he went in and asked the owner, he said, "How many slaves you got?" Said, "About a hundred." Said, "You got any you'd swap or sell?" He said, "Yep." Said, "Let me look them over." And he went out in the field and watched them. And he seen them have to whip them around. And after while he saw one young man they didn't have to whip. He had his chest out and his chin up: didn't have to whip him. So the broker said, "I'd like to buy that slave." And he said, "But he's not for sale." He said, "Well, what's the difference with that slave?" Said, "Is that slave the boss over the rest of them?" He said, "No, he's just a slave." He said, "Well, maybe you feed him different?" He said, "No, he eats in the galley with the rest of the slaves." He said, "Well, what makes him so different from the rest of the slaves?" He said, "Well, this I wondered too for a long time. But one day I learned that over in the homeland where he come from, his father is the king of the whole tribe. And though he be an alien, and away from home, yet he knows he's the son of a king, and he--he conducts himself like the son of a king."
I thought, "But that... If a Negro coming from Africa and knowed that his father was a tribesman, and a king over a tribe, what ought it to do to a Christian that's borned again, a man or woman that our Father is the King of heaven in glory?" We should conduct ourselves as Christian men and women. We should act like it, dress like it, talk like it, live like it. Though we be an alien, yet we are children of the King."
