1 And you hath he quickened, who were dead in trespasses and sins
2 Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:
3 Among whom also we all had our conversation in times past in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind; and were by nature the children of wrath, even as others.
4 But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us,
5 Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, by (grace ye are saved;)
6 And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus:
Ephesians 2
Micaiah had the Word. He knowed he had the Word. He had the Word written; and he had it by also vision. He knowed what God had said in His Word. He knowed what God said by the vision. They both come together. He knowed it was the truth. Therefore he wasn’t afraid.
But this enticing spirit, look what it’s done today. To make more church members, to make better church members, it’s let down the bars of all the old fashion Holy Ghost teachings. It permitted the men to have social parties with one another out into the basement where they would play games. That’ll never help to substitute the upper room where they were praying for the Holy Ghost. It permitted women to come together and tell jokes and then—and have a lot of tommyrot that there’s nothing to. That’ll never take the place of a prayer meeting. Women, the way they go out and dress today it’s, it’s a—it’s a disgrace.
I heard a remark that Brother Neville made, said, “The poor American people,” said, “they have sent all their clothes overseas.” That’s right. They’re walking around in their underclothes. They… That’s right. They must’ve give them to the missionaries because the missionary—the people—the heathens in the other country’s wearing them. These people is doing without them. Look like they like it.
Well, I tell you, there’s something has been perverted; that’s the preaching of the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ. It’s demons that strips your clothes. There never was but one person in the Bible that ever tore their clothes off of them, and that was a man that was demon possessed. And he comes in a mild form today, like he’s social, like he’s good, like it’s all right, it’s cooler weather, and there… It’ll make you cooler if you’ll take off your clothes. Men walking up and down the yards half naked, and women likewise. Why, you have… It’s getting so there’s no more respect than there was with dogs one for the other. What’s the matter? I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m only trying to tell you it’s demon possession and you’re listening to enticing spirits that’s telling you that’s all right. But it’s a lie.
A grain of wheat will only produce wheat. If you’re a Christian you won’t do that. You can’t do it. You just can’t do it. You got an intellectual faith and say, “Brother Branham, I believe the Bible.” Your life tells that you don’t. Amen. Enticing spirits versing the Word of God…
“Enticing Spirits”, 55-0724, William M. Branham
Now can I hurt you a little bit? [Congregation says, “Amen.”—Ed.] Is it all right? Raise your hands. You won’t be mad at me? [“No.”] If you do, you have to be.
How can you women, with bobbed hair, tell me that you are filled with the Holy Ghost? One Word! “Oh, I spoke in tongues.” That don’t make any difference. I’ve seen witch doctors speak in tongues, interpret, shout in the spirit, dance in the spirit.
How can you men call yourself the head of the house, and let your wife wear shorts and carrying on the way she is, call yourself Christians?
How can you pastors ever face God with a thing like that, without standing up and protest it? You can’t make them do it. But you get to preaching like that, you won’t belong in the seminary very long or with a group. You’ll have to get cooperation from somewhere else. We’ll get into it, just in a moment, the Lord willing. See?
But there you are. Don’t, I don’t mean to hurt you. I love you. That’s the reason. If—if you were floating down the river, and I seen you was going to drown, I’d be a poor fellow, say, “Well, be a good person, honey.” You better warn them. That’s right. Tell them!
“The Harvest Time”, 64-1212, William M. Branham
The earth is like a woman
Ravaged by men;
Seeds of corruption
Have been sown throughout her land;
But the harvest time has come,
The Master’s sickle is in His hand;
To pluck up and destroy
All the evil works of men.
But tell me of a new civilization,
Oh, tell me of my journey back to Eden;
Oh, tell me of Boaz and redemption,
Oh, tell me of a virtuous woman,
God’s Bride.
Like a woman in travail,
The earth groans under iniquity;
Science has ravished her virtues
To produce lying vanities,
Her birth pains are increasing,
The signs are clear to see;
Earthquakes in divers places,
Volcanoes erupting suddenly;
Oh, tell me of a glorious resurrection,
Oh, tell me the desert shall bloom like a rose;
Oh, tell me of the wonderful Millennium,
Oh tell me of glorious Mt. Zion,
My future home.
Like a woman that’s perverted,
Sin has stripped her of her hair;
Man has cut down all her forests;
She’s almost naked everywhere;
She’s polluted in her rivers,
The land, the air and sea;
She must burn with the holy fire of God
To restore her purity.
But tell me what’s under those Seven Trumpets,
Oh, tell me of God’s three-fold mystery;
Oh, tell me of the greatest love story,
Oh, tell me about of a Man called Jesus, Who died for me.
Oh, tell me, where will I go when the fire starts burning?
Oh, tell me about my Theophany;
Oh, tell me of the great Wedding Supper,
Oh, tell me of my Lord, who’s yet a little higher, My eyes shall see.
Oh, tell me what’s under those Seven Trumpets,
Oh, tell me that the cycle has returned;
Oh, tell me why it had to be little Shepherds,
Oh, tell me of the Inside Life with Jesus, Who died for me.
Oh, tell me that my troubles are all gone,
Oh, tell me that it’s only six inches long;
Oh, tell me of the Catalina Mountains,
Oh, tell me the Seventh Dove has descended, To lead me home.
Oh tell me of Amos between Joel and Obadiah
Oh tell me of the roaring of The Lion
Oh tell me of the People
Being made ready to leave this world.
“Tell Me More”, Ulric Andrews
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