Branham Stories
The Game Warden And The Killer Bull
But love... You've noticed in this book. How many has read the book? Let's see your hand. Did you notice when that maniac...? Or, I believe it... Is that the book you have, Brother Wood? It's it, yeah. The--the one where the maniac, up at Oregon, run out on the platform to kill me, that time. You remember that, of reading it in the book?
You know what conquered that fellow? The love of God. I didn't despise that man. There was something happened to me there, that I loved him. I thought, "Poor fellow, bound down with this evil spirit; that's what makes him feel like he wants to kill me. The man wouldn't want to do it, himself, he's a human." That's what it was.
What would you think, if I told you of a fellow I knew, that he used to be a game warden, down in Indiana. And one day he was going over to make a call at a place, and usually, crossing through the field, he... they... usually, he carried a gun, 'cause he had to. That's just like the police on the force or something. It's a--a law, a rule.
And this man, while crossing the field, there was a great big bull over there in that field, that he didn't know was in the field. He knew this fellow had bought it, but he forgot about it.
And going through the field, this big fellow raised up. And he had just killed a colored man about six months before that, down at the Burke's Farm; and he was up here on--on this other farm. And he had long horns, they had the ends of them cut off. But he was an awful... he was a fine specie of an animal, but he was--he was a very bad killer. He had killed this colored man, gored him to death. And they had sold him.
And while crossing the field, out, two hundred yards from a fence or a tree or anything else, in a little bunch of cluster of bushes, this big fellow raised up and snorted and took after this minister, who claimed to have the baptism of the Holy Spirit. And instead of being... start to run or scream, he loved the animal. He felt sorry, because he disturbed that animal.
And that fellow come right, just as hard as he could come, and his head down, snorting, throwing his horns into the ground. Many of you knows, that's fooled around cattle. And here he come. Well, he got, oh, perhaps, within twenty yards. No need of trying to run. You couldn't run anyhow, no bush, tree to get into. You just have to stand and face it. That's all. He could outrun you, and you had two or three hundred yards to a fence, no trees at all. So, here he come.
And something just happened, and instead of--of hating the bull, or wanting to kill it, a perfect peace settled down. I thought, "I disturbed the poor fellow." And when he got coming to me real close, I said, "Now, I'm sorry I disturbed you. I am the servant of the Lord, and I charge thee, in the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ, our Creator, that you go over there and lay down."
And here come the bull, coming right on. But somehow, I wasn't a bit more afraid, than I am right here, before lovely Christians. He got within, about, ten feet of where I was standing, and I just stood there, looking at him, not a more afraid than I am of this meek looking little lady, setting here, looking at me.
And he run right to me, and when he got right up close to me, he just throwed his feet out, and stopped. And he looked this way, looked around, so depleted, turned around, walked over, and go lay down under the bush.
What did it? See? The trouble of it is, people are scared today"
