114 May God help us, tonight, friends, as we’re coming to the communion table, to remember that; no matter what outward we do, how many good things we do.
115 You say, “Well, Brother Branham, I go to church. I try to live the best that I can.” Good. There’s nothing against that, brother. “I have spoke with tongues, Brother Branham. I have shouted in the Spirit.” That’s good. But that’s not what I’m talking about, brother. That still isn’t it. That isn’t what I’m speaking of.
116 I’m talking of that still small Voice, that Something rich and royal. That, I used to see the old mammies when they come down this aisle here, years ago, the tears streaming from their cheeks, when one sinner boy would raise up, to come to the altar.
117 Today, I make a call, and see a boy come, they sit and pop their chewing gum. What’s the matter? You’ve lost the hear of that.
118 What have you heard? What hearest thou? We’re at the end time.
119 You hear on the television, and on the radio, in your magazines, in your papers, that there’s going to be a whirl across this country someday. What are you listening for, to hear that all-alarm, your radio on, all day long, with all that nonsense carrying on, to hear when the bullets are going to drop, or the bombs? I’m not listening to that stuff.
120 I’m listening to hear a Voice say, “Come up higher. It was well done, My good and faithful servant.”
121 What hearest thou? You know, I think that we’re so interested in listening so close to all the things of the world, and things like that, we can’t hear that little, still small Voice.
122 We hear our pastors say, “Just join the church, it’ll be all right.” We hear some of them say, “Just speak with tongues, it’s all over.” Some of them say, “Just shout, it’s all over.”
123 You can’t hear that little, still small Voice that places Something rich and deep in the life, makes you what you should be.
124 A wheat doesn’t bear wheat because it’s on a vine or on a stalk. A weed also is on a stalk. But it takes the life in that vine to bring forth wheat. The waters that fall on it will water both of them. They’ll both rejoice in it. They’ll both grow in it.
125 Men and women can grow up, shouting and praising God, speaking in tongues and belonging to the church, dancing in the Spirit and paying tithes, and still not be, in their heart, that still small Voice of God’s rich, deep love.
126 “Though I give my body to be burned as a sacrifice, and have not love, I am nothing. Though I give all my goods to feed the poor, I’m still nothing. I have faith to move mountain, I’m still nothing. I-I-I do speak with tongues, as men and Angels, I’m still nothing.” See? It’s that still small Voice that speaks down in your heart, that changes every attitude, makes the nature different, and you become a new creature in Christ.
127 What hearest thou? Depends on what you’re listening for, friend. If you’re listening, hear…not no remarks, no reflection, but if you’re listening, hear of a great revival somewhere, where ten thousand people are gathered, go ahead; you’re listening at the wrong thing. “I’ll go over and see. They say they have great crowds.” That don’t make a bit of difference. The race tracks have that. Everything else has that. The rock-and-rollers have that.
“I’m going over to…I’m going over for something else.”
128 If you go for anything else but…If you’re listening for anything else but that still small Voice, get back in the cave. Go back under the juniper tree, until we can prepare. Hold yourself quiet, and wait. Let the thunders go by. Let the earthquake shake. Let the rushing winds go, and the fire sweep, whatever it will. I think of that song:
Teach me, Lord, how to wait when hearts are aflame,
Let me humble my pride, call on Your Name;
Keep my faith renewed, my eyes on Thee,
Let me be on this earth what You want me to be.
That’s what I want to do.
They that wait upon the Lord, shall renew their strength,
They shall mount up with wings as an eagle,
You believe that?
They shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint;
Teach me, Lord, teach me, Lord, how to wait.
129 Let the thunders go by. Let the fire sweep by. But let me hear that still small Voice, says, “Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden. Come out from under the juniper tree. Come out of your caves.”
130 I want to veil my faith, facing His Blood, walk forth and say, “Yes, Lord. I now believe.”
59-0301E - What Does Thou Here?
Rev. William Marrion Branham
8 окт 2024
