Branham Stories
The Bears And The Prophet's Molasses - First Version
Little Mr. Osborn setting out there reminds me. He was talking this morning, he and I, the little boy, and it reminds me of one time... See a good, old fashion Holy Ghost meeting... Who likes them kind? Do you like it? Say, "Amen." Why, sure we do.
What we used to call a popcorn meeting... You know what a popcorn meeting is? You take a little yellow grain of corn and put it on a hot stove. It gets twice the size and twice as light, and it turns from yellow to white. That's a popcorn meeting. That's what it takes.
A little fellow scared to testify and bumps up all at once, ready for the rapture and changes his garment from a little yellow to a white...
Reminds me one time I was a fishing one morning. I guess I got plenty of fellow friends here, fisherman. This lake this close, and I was way up in north woods a fishing and I--I just--just love pancakes. How many likes pancakes? Oh, my. I just love pancakes, and I used to take me a bucket of molasses, you know, a whole, big bucket 'cause I'm a Baptist. I baptize them. I don't sprinkle them. I pour it on heavy when I get it on there, the molasses, you know, get them real thick all over it.
So then I--I thought, "Oh, my, now if I can just get this..." Took me a big bucket molasses, you know, and I was up there, and I had a little, old tent. There was a lot of black bear in that woods. Your boy had some experience the other day with one. So, oh, they are nothing to them. I don't know where they ever got that bad name he's got, but he's--just what he tears up. Oh, my. He's--he's awful.
And so I had a little old tent setting up, and I was catching some big rainbow trout. And I'd been down the stream, and I had a little old chopping axe here in my hand, a little scout axe, and I come up and my tent was down. And I looked and here set an old mother bear and some little cubbies setting there: two of them. And she kinda run off when she seen me coming out of the willows and she kinda run off and upon the side of the hill; and she cooed to them cubs, and one little cub come.
The next little fellow he had his back turned to me, just like this, you know. He just wasn't moving at all. Well, I thought, "Looky what they've done. My, they've tore up everything." Well, a bear with cubs will scratch you. So I--I didn't want to get too close to her, and of course I had a gun there, but I didn't want to leave them orphans in the woods. So I--I just... I said, "Get away from here," like that, and the old mother run off a piece; and she kept cooing to that other cub, and he wouldn't come.
And I thought, "What's the little fellow so interested about?" I looked around. I kept getting around this a way trying to throw a rock at him, and he wouldn't even turn his head. He just down like this, doing something. I thought, "Well, what's that little fellow so interested about?"
Always, you haven't got your camera when something like that going on, you know. So I got around this a way, looked. I said, "Get up from there," like that, and he turned around and looked at me.
That little fellow had got my bucket of molasses. He had them all hugged up in his arm like this. He had the lid off of it. He just sock his little paw down in it like that, and he was molasses all over his face. His little belly was just as full of molasses. His eyes, you know, he couldn't even open them. He was batting his eyes back and forth looking at me like that. Licking like that and he'd sock his little paw down and then just lick molasses.
I said, "Have a good time, fellow." It just reminded me of a good, old fashion Holy Ghost meeting, when we opened up the jar of honey, you know, and stick our fingers right down in and just get it all over your eyebrows and all, you know, just get a real old time where you just forget where you're at. But the funny thing was when he got enough molasses, he had them all over him.
The old mother kept cooing to him. He set the bucket down and run off and when I got over there, the mother and the other cub started licking him. So... Amen! That's what we need is an old fashion meeting where you can almost lick it. Isn't that right? Yes, just a real old fashioned meeting"
