Respekt

Norsk tittel: Respekt
Original tittel: Respects
Dato: 1961-10-15
Sted: Jeffersonville, Indiana, USA

DENNE TALEN ER MASKINOVERSATT

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Engelsk:

… until just awhile ago when I left the hospital, and I kind of left it in the hands of the Lord, that if … knowing I was a little hoarse, because I've got a cold. But I thought if Mother was well enough that I could come, why, I would be down again to get to visit with you; because when I see someone like Mama laying there and knowing that these other mothers and daddys here that's… We all got to come to that place, you see, and thinking of how grateful I am that she is ready to go.

Norsk:

... inntil nylig, da jeg forlot sykehuset, og overlot situasjonen i Herrens hender, vel vitende om at jeg var litt hes på grunn av en forkjølelse. Men jeg tenkte at om Mor var frisk nok til at jeg kunne komme, ville jeg komme tilbake for å besøke dere. Når jeg ser noen som Mor ligge der, og vet at disse andre mødrene og fedrene her også kommer til dette punktet, innser jeg hvor takknemlig jeg er for at hun er klar til å gå.

And then, and another thing I want to express to the church. I believe I seen Sister Wilson back there, and then there's Sister and Brother Sothmann here somewhere, perhaps, in the building, and several of you here that's been offering your assistance to sit up with Mama in the night, and things like that, that's mighty loyal. And I appreciate all that you all have done. Truly, the family is wore out, you know; we're staying every night. And just now most of them work, so it's Meda and I, or Delores, and she's got children in school. And it just kind of makes it hard, just divide it between a couple of us that way, and you just get wore out. You just hardly can go, and you can't tell day from night, hardly. Especially when you've got up to about the age that Meda and I are, you know, it don't take very many nights to wear you out when you get a little age on you.

Og så, en annen ting jeg vil uttrykke til menigheten. Jeg tror jeg så Søster Wilson bakerst, og så er det Søster og Bror Sothmann her et sted i bygningen, og flere av dere som har tilbudt å holde vakt hos Mama om natten og lignende. Det er veldig lojalt. Jeg setter stor pris på alt dere har gjort. Familien er virkelig utslitt; vi er her hver natt. Nå er det flesteparten som jobber, så det er enten Meda og jeg, eller Delores, som har barn på skolen. Det er ganske utfordrende når vi bare er noen få til å dele belastningen. Du blir sliten og kan knapt skille dag fra natt. Spesielt når man har nådd den alderen som Meda og jeg har, tar det ikke mange netter før du blir utmattet.

So, I used to think I could just stay it day and night. I'd come from California in my old T-model Ford, and I'd get a little sleepy on the road, take me about four or five days, maybe seven days, to make it. And I'd ride along, day and night. And I'd get a little tired, throw my blanket under the car, drive out on the prairie, sleep a couple hours and go on. I've changed a lot since then, Brother Neville. I just realize that I'm just past twenty-five years old, see.

Jeg pleide å tro at jeg kunne holde det gående dag og natt. Jeg kom fra California i min gamle T-modell Ford og ble litt søvnig på veien. Det tok meg omtrent fire eller fem dager, kanskje syv dager, å komme frem. Jeg kjørte dag og natt og ble litt trøtt, kastet teppet mitt under bilen, kjørte ut på prærien, sov et par timer og fortsatte. Jeg har forandret meg mye siden den gang, Bror Neville. Jeg innser nå at jeg har passert tjuefem år.

And so it's a privilege to be here at the house of the Lord tonight. And this morning I had a little … few notes here that I wanted to … that the Lord had given me. And I thought maybe that this morning, if I got a chance, I would speak on it before I had the prayer for the sick. But being that we were late in the questions this morning, I thought maybe if Mama was better, then maybe it would be a sign that I was to come down again tonight, maybe, and would speak a little while tonight if it didn't interrupt Brother Neville's program somewhere.

Det er et privilegium å være her i Herrens hus i kveld. I morges hadde jeg noen få notater som Herren hadde gitt meg. Jeg tenkte at hvis jeg fikk muligheten, ville jeg tale om dem før bønnen for de syke. Siden vi kom sent i gang med spørsmålene i morges, tenkte jeg at dersom mamma følte seg bedre, kunne det være et tegn på at jeg skulle komme ned igjen i kveld. Da kunne jeg kanskje tale litt i kveld, forutsatt at det ikke forstyrret Bror Nevilles program.

And standing in the room I just had a marvelous testimony given to me about a Christian sister that's with us tonight. She was in the prayer line this morning, and she prayed, standing for somebody else. And in her room, a darkened room, there's The Lord's Supper, the Lord's last supper. And it's so the sun cannot strike the room in any position. And while … at three o'clock this afternoon, this halo of light that was seen here when we got through preaching on the church ages, only in more like a color of rainbow, like, came right over the head of the Lord Jesus. Well, she watched it a few moments. And she went and told her sister (the way I understand the story), and they come and marvelled at it for a long time, an hour or something. And then they called in a neighbor minister, which was Brother Stricker over here, to see the phenomenon of it. And they sat and watched it, on till five or something like that. And the minister was asked to pray, and he felt that he just couldn't pray, or something.

Mens jeg sto i rommet, fikk jeg nettopp høre en fantastisk vitnesbyrd om en kristen søster som er med oss i kveld. Hun var i bønnekøen i morges og ba for noen andre. I hennes mørklagte rom henger et bilde av Den siste nattverden. Solen kan ikke treffe rommet fra noen vinkel. Klokken tre i ettermiddag viste en lysglorie seg, slik den ble sett her da vi avsluttet foredraget om menighetsalderne, men denne gangen med regnbuefarger. Denne glorien kom rett over hodet til Jesus.
Hun betraktet det i noen øyeblikk og fortalte det til sin søster (slik jeg forstår historien). De kom og undret seg over det i en time eller så. Deretter tilkalte de en nabo, Bror Stricker, for å se på fenomenet. De satt og observerte det fram til omtrent klokken fem. Da ble predikanten bedt om å be, men han følte at han ikke klarte det, av en eller annen grunn.

In a little bit, somebody gave a message, and they had been giving their interpretation of what it meant, and the message came back, through the speaking in the message, and said that they had misinterpreted, they hadn't give it right. I think that's right, isn't it, Sister Bruce? They hadn't give it right. Said that what the sign was, was to show to them like appreciation of them that they had believed the message that's going forth here from the Tabernacle, like that. And said they were going to see greater things than this take place, that they would see even angels ascending … descending and ascending.

En stund senere gav noen en melding og tolket hva den betød. Meldingen kom tilbake, via et budskap, og sa at de hadde tolket feil. Jeg tror det stemmer, gjør det ikke, Søster Bruce? De hadde ikke gitt riktig tolkning. Meldingen sa at tegnet var ment som en takknemlighet for at de hadde trodd på budskapet som kom fra Tabernaklet. Den sa også at de ville få se større ting skje, som engler som stiger ned og opp.

So we are living in the last days, and we are near the end time. This sounds … may sound terrible to some people but to the Christians, I'm glad that we're here. I'm glad that we're at the end.
I said that once in a meeting, and a person talking to me said, "What do you mean? You mean you'd be glad to see the end of the world come?"
I said, "Oh, yes, sir!" I said, "Sure!"
Said, "Well, that don't sound sensible, anybody would want the end of the world to come."
I said, "At the end of the world, the time, Jesus comes, and that's who I want to see." And I said, "The Bible said that all those who love His appearing…" See?
And it is a pleasure to know that these old things here of life is going to cease one of these days, and we're going to see Him.

Vi lever i de siste dager, nær endetiden. Dette kan høres skremmende ut for noen, men for de kristne er jeg glad for at vi er her. Jeg er glad for at vi er ved slutten.
Jeg sa dette en gang under et møte, og en person spurte meg, "Hva mener du? Mener du at du ville være glad for å se verdens ende komme?"
Jeg svarte, "Ja, absolutt!" Jeg sa, "Selvfølgelig!"
Personen sa, "Vel, det høres ikke fornuftig ut at noen skulle ønske verdens ende."
Jeg svarte, "På slutten av verden kommer Jesus, og det er Ham jeg ønsker å se." Jeg sa også, "Bibelen sier at alle som elsker Hans gjenkomst…"
Det er en glede å vite at disse livets gamle ting vil opphøre en dag, og vi skal se Ham.

Some time ago, it was said down in the … oh, many years back, when they had slavery, and there was an old colored man who used to have old church singings, country singings. They'd get together and they'd … a minister among the slaves would preach, you know, and they'd have meetings. And one night there was an old fellow over there got saved. And when he got saved, he knowed he was free then. So he began to tell the other slaves the next morning on the plantation, he said, "I'm free."
So his boss come over and pulled him in. He said, "Now, looky here, Sam." Said, "What's this I hear you're telling amongst the slaves, that you're free?"
He said, "Yes, boss." Said, "That's true." Said, "At a meeting last night, I was set free from the law of sin and death." That's it. That's it.

For mange år siden, under slaveriets tid, var det en eldre afroamerikansk mann som pleide å arrangere menighetssang, gjerne ute på landet. De samlet seg, og en forkynner blant slavene holdt prekener, og de hadde møter. En kveld ble en mann frelst der. Da han ble frelst, visste han at han var fri. Neste morgen begynte han å fortelle de andre slavene på plantasjen: "Jeg er fri."
Hans eier kom bort og tok ham til side. Han sa: "Hør her, Sam. Hva er det jeg hører, at du forteller de andre slavene at du er fri?"
Sam svarte: "Ja, sjef. Det er sant. På et møte i går kveld ble jeg satt fri fra loven om synd og død." Det er alt. Det er alt.

"The law of sin and death, I was set free from it." You were once bound there, you see, but now you're free from that, see. As I said this morning, death only abides in sin. Sin and death is the same, see. But when you're away from sin, you're away from death; but while you're in sin, you're in death, see. And therefore, when you are free from the law of sin and death, you're a new creature in Christ Jesus, and then you're free.
And his boss said to him, said, "Sam, do you really mean that?"
He said, "Yes, sir." And said, "The Lord called me last night to talk to my people, and speak to them, that they can be free from the law of sin and death. Though we're slaves, yet we can be free from the law of sin and death."
He said, "Sam, do you really mean that?"
He said, "Boss, I don't know what you're going to do with me after I say this, but I's telling you, I's a free man." He said, "I'm free from the law of sin and death."
And he said, "Sam, I'm a Christian too, you know. And because that God has made you free from sin and death, and you're a Christian, and you feel you want to tell your brethren about it, I'm going down this morning and set you free, and sign the proclamation. And you can be a free man, not bound by anybody, to preach the gospel to your brethren."

«Jeg ble satt fri fra syndens og dødens lov.» Du var en gang bundet av den, men nå er du fri. Som jeg sa i morges, døden finnes bare i synden. Synd og død er det samme. Men når du er fri fra synd, er du også fri fra døden. Mens du er i synd, er du i døden. Når du er fri fra syndens og dødens lov, er du en ny skapning i Kristus Jesus, og da er du fri.
Sjefen hans sa til ham: «Sam, mener du virkelig det?»
Han svarte: «Ja, sir. Herren kalte meg i går kveld til å tale til mitt folk og fortelle dem at de kan bli fri fra syndens og dødens lov. Selv om vi er slaver, kan vi bli fri fra syndens og dødens lov.»
Sjefen spurte igjen: «Sam, mener du virkelig det?»
«Sjef, jeg vet ikke hva du vil gjøre med meg etter at jeg sier dette, men jeg forteller deg, jeg er en fri mann,» sa Sam. «Jeg er fri fra syndens og dødens lov.»
Sjefen svarte: «Sam, jeg er også kristen. Og fordi Gud har gjort deg fri fra synd og død, og du er en kristen, og du føler at du vil fortelle dine brødre om det, skal jeg i dag sette deg fri og signere erklæringen. Du kan være en fri mann, ubundet av noen, for å forkynne evangeliet for dine brødre.»

He said the old fellow preached for many, many years. One time then, after … as all of us do, we come down to the end of our road. And when we come to the end of our … his road, when he did, he came down, and he laid unconscious, they said, for maybe, oh, several hours. And many of his white brethren come in to visit him. And there happened to be a group of them in the building when he woke up, come to himself. He looked around, he said, "Do you mean I's not over there yet?"
And they said, "Sam, you've been asleep."
He said, "No." He said, "I wasn't asleep." Said, "I was over on the other side."
"Why," they said, the minister brethren said, "Sam, tell us what you saw on the other side."
Said, "Well," he said, "I walked into a great pearly white gate." And said, "When I walked in there," said, "I seen the throne, and I seen Him." And said, "Up come an angel. He said, 'Are you Sam?' "
He said, "I am."
Said, "Sam," said, "here is a robe and a crown." Said, "You've won this, Sam, by the great works that you done on earth."
He said, "Don't talk to me about a robe and crown for a reward."
He said, "What would you like for a reward?"
Said, "Just let me look at Him for a thousand years."

Han sa at den gamle mannen hadde vært forkynner i mange år. Som for alle av oss, kom han til slutten av sin vei. Da han kom dit, ble han liggende bevisstløs i flere timer, ifølge rapporter. Mange av hans hvite brødre kom for å besøke ham. Da han våknet og kom til bevissthet, var det en gruppe av dem til stede. Han så seg rundt og spurte: "Betyr dette at jeg ikke er der ennå?"
De svarte: "Sam, du har sovet."
Han svarte: "Nei, jeg sov ikke. Jeg var på den andre siden." Ministerbrødrene svarte da: "Sam, fortell oss hva du så på den andre siden."
Han sa: "Vel, jeg gikk gjennom en stor perlehvit port." Han fortsatte: "Da jeg gikk inn der, så jeg tronen, og jeg så Ham." En engel kom opp til ham og spurte: 'Er du Sam?'
Han svarte: "Ja, det er jeg."
Engelen sa: "Sam, her er en kappe og en krone. Du har vunnet dette på grunn av det store arbeidet du gjorde på jorden."
Sam svarte: "Ikke snakk til meg om kappe og krone som belønning."
Da spurte engelen: "Hva vil du ha som belønning?"
Sam svarte: "La meg bare se på Ham i tusen år."

I think we all feel that way, don't you? I don't want no robes and crowns and palaces; I'd just like to look at Him. I'd just like to just look at Him, and just … you know. Wouldn't you just like… ? I'd like to hold your hand while I'm doing it, Brother Neville. We could do it together, say, "Think of it, Brother Neville, how we stayed in the Tabernacle, in the hot and cold, and things. But look here what we're looking at, the Son of the living God." Wouldn't that be wonderful, just to look and see His features?

Jeg tror vi alle føler det slik, gjør vi ikke? Jeg ønsker ikke kapper, kroner og palasser; jeg vil bare se på Ham. Bare se på Ham, du vet. Ville du ikke også ønske det? Jeg vil gjerne holde hånden din mens jeg gjør det, Bror Neville. Vi kunne gjøre det sammen og si: "Tenk på det, Bror Neville, hvordan vi holdt ut i Tabernaklet, i varme og kulde, og alt mulig. Men se her hva vi ser på, Guds levende Sønn." Ville ikke det være vidunderlig, bare å se Ham og se Hans trekk?

Two times in my life, now three times, I have seen Him in vision. He looked the same each time. But there's not an artist in the world could ever paint His picture. They might paint something that might look like Him. But He looked like, to me, He would be a man … if He'd speak, the world would come to an end; and yet so sweet and lovely that there's just no… There's just too many characteristics there that an artist brush could ever catch. And I sure want to see Him someday in person.

To ganger i mitt liv, nå tre ganger, har jeg sett Ham i en visjon. Han så lik ut hver gang. Men ingen kunstner i verden kunne noen gang male Hans bilde. De kunne male noe som kanskje lignet Ham, men for meg så Han ut som en mann som, hvis Han snakket, ville verden komme til en ende; og samtidig så søt og kjærlig at det er rett og slett for mange karaktertrekk der til at en kunstners pensel kunne fange. Og jeg ønsker virkelig å se Ham en dag i person.

And I've often thought I'd like to have heard Him when He raised out those precious hands and said, "Come unto me." See that tired, weary look on Him, when He was tired and weary from His journey, said, "Come unto me, all ye that labor, and heavy laden, I'll give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me, for I'm meek and lowly." I'd like to have heard Him say that. I wasn't there in that day. I wasn't standing with Peter, James, and John. But I hope I'm standing by them in the day when I can hear Him say, "It was well done, my good and faithful servant, now enter into the joys of the Lord."

Jeg har ofte tenkt at jeg gjerne skulle ha hørt Ham løfte de dyrebare hendene og si: "Kom til Meg." Se det trettende, slitne uttrykket i ansiktet Hans, når Han var sliten og trøtt etter reisen, og sa: "Kom til Meg, alle som strever og bærer tunge byrder, så vil Jeg gi dere hvile. Ta Mitt åk på dere og lær av Meg, for Jeg er mild og ydmyk." Jeg skulle gjerne ha hørt Ham si det. Jeg var ikke der på den tiden. Jeg stod ikke sammen med Peter, Jakob og Johannes. Men jeg håper å stå ved siden av dem den dagen jeg kan høre Ham si: "Det var godt gjort, Min gode og trofaste tjener, nå kom inn til din Herres glede."

And to think that the very ones who wrote this Bible---Paul, Isaiah, Jeremiah, and all the apostles, and those precious brethren---wherever they are now, wherever they are now, the very God that dealt with them to foresee things and write it, and so forth, and give them the gifts of the Bible---the prophecy and speaking with tongues, and signs and wonders, and so forth---them same men, wherever they are now, we're going to be with them. The same God with the same things. It isn't a "guess so" anymore; we know it now, see, because He's really present and we know that it's so. So should we not be the happiest people on earth? What more would we long?

Tenk at de som skrev denne Bibelen—Paulus, Jesaja, Jeremia og alle apostlene, og de kjære brødrene—hvor enn de er nå, den samme Gud som ga dem evnen til å forutse ting og skrive det ned, samt gavene i Bibelen—profetier, tungetale, tegn og under—de samme personene skal vi være sammen med. Vi har den samme Gud med de samme gavene. Dette er ikke lenger et "håp om"; vi vet det nå, for Han er virkelig til stede og vi vet at det er sant. Skal vi ikke da være de lykkeligste menneskene på jorden? Hva mer kan vi ønske oss?

I was talking this afternoon to an aged man---about, I think he said he was eighty-eight or eighty-nine years old---that just recently become a Christian. I baptized him in the name of Jesus Christ, when he didn't have on nothing but his regular Sunday suit. I took him here in the water. I think Brother Wood let him have a pair of trousers or something, and we baptized him here in the water. And he told me, when he was a boy (he's rather a wealthy man now) … when he was a boy, he said how he worked for thirty dollars a month. He never did get married or anything till he was an old man. And he said how he longed … the time that when he would get old he wouldn't have to beg and lay on the street; how he took the little nickels and things that he saved, and put them to work, and they really went to work and accumulated and made… And now there he is now, at eighty-something years old (eighty-eight or eighty-nine, I think he said, right close to ninety) still walking along, sat right here in the church this morning. And then he's fixed enough till he won't have to worry. If he lives another hundred years, he wouldn't have to worry when it comes to finances and so forth like that. Good hearted, good brother, does everything for Christians and things that he knows how to do.
And then I said, "And above all of that, my precious brother, when you were yet eighty-eight or eighty-seven years old, God, in His mercy, reached down and give you eternal life to a heavenly home." What could you want any more to round out a life? Yes, sir.

I snakket i ettermiddag med en eldre mann—omtrent, tror jeg han sa, åttiåtte eller åttini år gammel—som nettopp hadde blitt kristen. Jeg døpte ham i Jesu Kristi navn, da han ikke hadde på seg annet enn sin vanlige søndagsdress. Jeg tok ham med i vannet her. Jeg tror Bror Wood lånte ham et par bukser eller noe lignende, så vi kunne døpe ham i vannet. Han fortalte meg at da han var ung (han er en ganske velstående mann nå), jobbet han for tretti dollar i måneden. Han giftet seg aldri eller noe før han ble gammel. Han sa at han lengtet etter tiden da han, når han ble gammel, ikke skulle trenge å tigge eller sove på gaten. Han sparte nøye de småpengene han tjente og investerte dem, og de vokste og akkumulerte.
Nå, nå er han, åttiåtte eller åttini år gammel (tror jeg han sa, helt nær til nitti), fortsatt frisk nok til å gå rundt, og han satt her i menigheten i morges. Han er økonomisk sikret for resten av livet, uansett hvor lenge han lever. En godhjertet mann, en god bror, som gjør alt han kan for kristne.
Så sa jeg, "Og over alt dette, min kjære bror, da du var åttisju eller åttiåtte år gammel, rakte Gud, i Sin nåde, ned og ga deg evig liv og et himmelsk hjem." Hva mer kunne man ønske seg for å fullføre livet? Ja, sir.

And of all of the wealth that we could've accumulated, all the things that we could've done on earth, no matter what they are, what the man has done, you have to die and leave every bit of it.
Covet not this world's vain riches,
That so rapidly decay,
Build your hopes on things eternal,
They will never pass away!
That's right. "Hold To God's Unchanging Hand." I love that song. We used to sing that here at the Tabernacle so much.
Time is filled with swift transition,
Naught of earth unmoved can stand,
Build your hopes on things eternal,
Hold to God's unchanging hand.

Av all rikdommen vi kunne ha samlet, og alt vi kunne ha gjort her på jorden, uansett hva det er, må vi dø og etterlate alt sammen.
Begjær ikke denne verdens forgjengelige rikdommer,
Som forfaller så raskt,
Bygg ditt håp på det evige,
Det vil aldri forgå!
Det stemmer. «Hold To God's Unchanging Hand», elsker jeg den sangen. Vi pleide å synge den mye her i Tabernaklet.
Tiden er fylt med raske forandringer,
På jorden kan ingenting vedvare,
Bygg ditt håp på det evige,
Hold fast ved Guds uforanderlige hånd.

There lays my old mother out there tonight. If I had a hundred million dollars, I'd give every penny of it to talk to her an hour. I would. Sure. And what if she had a hundred million dollars, what good would it do her now? Nothing, see. Them things she has---she leaves no earthly treasures---but she leaves this: she knows the Lord Jesus as her Saviour. That's the main thing.

Der ligger min gamle mor i kveld. Hvis jeg hadde hundre millioner dollar, ville jeg gitt hver eneste krone for å kunne snakke med henne i en time. Det ville jeg. Absolutt. Og hva ville det hjulpet henne om hun hadde hundre millioner dollar nå? Ingenting, forstår du. Hun etterlater seg ingen jordiske skatter, men hun etterlater seg dette: hun kjenner Herren Jesus som sin Frelser. Det er det viktigste.

In the face of this, let's all take inventory of ourselves tonight. Let us just think before we go to prayer, "How is my standing tonight with God?" Let's check up in our hearts and find out. "Lord, if I have wounded any soul today, if I have caused one foot to go astray, whatever I've done or said that's been wrong, O God, forgive me for it," see.
My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour divine;
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
And let me from this day
Be wholly Thine!
While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's fears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.

I møte med dette, la oss alle ta en gjennomgang av oss selv i kveld. La oss tenke etter før vi går til bønn: "Hvordan er mitt forhold til Gud i kveld?" La oss sjekke i våre hjerter og finne ut: "Herre, hvis jeg har såret noen sjel i dag, hvis jeg har ført en fot på avveie, hva enn jeg har gjort eller sagt som har vært galt, Gud, tilgi meg for det," se.
Min tro ser opp til Deg,
Du Kalvenes Lam,
Guddommelige Frelser;
Hør meg nå mens jeg ber,
Ta bort min skyld,
Og la meg fra denne dag
Være helt Din!
Mens jeg vandrer i livets mørke labyrint,
Og sorgene omgir meg,
Vær min guide;
Vend mørket til dag,
Tørk bort sorgens frykt,
Og la meg aldri vandre bort
Fra Deg.

Keep me in the path, Lord. Keep me in the center of thy will. Young or old. We don't know how old you might be, and yet you might be eighty years old, and if you live till morning, you'll outlive a many sixteen-year-old boy and girl. There'll be a many sixteen-year-old boy and girl go to meet God before daylight in the morning. That's right. So age has nothing to do with it. The thing of it is, are you ready to meet Him? That's the main thing.
Let's think on these things now while we pray, as we bow our heads.

Hold meg på rett vei, Herre. Hold meg i sentrum av Din vilje. Ung eller gammel. Vi vet ikke hvor gammel Du er, men du kan være åtti år, og hvis du lever til morgenen, vil du overleve mange sekstenåringer. Mange sekstenåringer vil møte Gud før daggry i morgen. Det er riktig. Så alder har ingenting med saken å gjøre. Spørsmålet er: Er du klar til å møte Ham? Det er det viktigste.
La oss tenke på dette nå mens vi ber og bøyer våre hoder.

O gracious and holy and reverent Father of life, we come into thy presence, the almighty God, to give thanks from the bottom of our heart, that we have the privilege of sitting here tonight. Walking up and down that hospital awhile ago, and looking in there, with people who were unconscious, some of them bleeding and crying, and others out of their head and strapped in bed, O God, I pray that every one of them is ready, Father, that they would be ready to meet You if they happen to go out of this life. And to think, Lord, that that could be us, each one of us here, if it wasn't for your grace. But You have let us live to come together again tonight to make preparations. Those things are passing through our hearts and minds now, Lord. And while You're searching the reins of our heart, if there be any unclean thing about us, Lord, take it away, Father. God, consecrate our souls to Thee.
We thank Thee for all that Thou has done and for what we believe that You will do. And for that light appearing today down there in Sister Bruce's home, I thank You for that, Lord. It would give them strength.

Å nådige og hellige, ærbødige Livets Far. Vi trer inn i Din allmektige nærhet for å takke Deg av hele vårt hjerte for at vi har privilegiet å sitte her i kveld. Mens vi vandret opp og ned på sykehuset for litt siden og så de bevisstløse, noen blødende og gråtende, andre ute av sitt sinn og fastspent i sengen, O Gud, ber jeg om at hver og en av dem er rede, Far, at de er klare til å møte Deg hvis de skulle forlate dette livet. Og å tenke, Herre, at det kunne vært oss, hver enkelt av oss her, hvis det ikke var for Din nåde. Men Du har latt oss leve for å komme sammen igjen i kveld for å gjøre forberedelser. Disse tingene passerer gjennom våre hjerter og sinn nå, Herre. Og mens Du gransker våre hjerters dyp, om det finnes noe urent hos oss, Herre, ta det bort, Far. Gud, hellige våre sjeler til Deg.
Vi takker Deg for alt Du har gjort og for det vi tror Du vil gjøre. Og for lyset som viste seg i dag hjemme hos Søster Bruce, takker jeg Deg, Herre. Måtte det gi dem styrke.

And now, Lord, I pray that You'll grant tonight that our souls may continually to be refreshed in your presence here in this tabernacle. We thank You, Father, for this tabernacle. We thank You for its pastor here, our Brother Neville, a man of humility, a man of integrity, a man that's full of God's love for Christ and for His church. I pray that You'll bless him and his lovely little companion and his children. And, Lord, may they long dwell among us here on the earth. Grant it. Keep sickness from their door, and keep them healthy. Keep sickness from all of our doors, Lord; keep us healthy so we can serve You.

Herre, jeg ber at Du i kveld lar våre sjeler fortsette å bli fornyet i Din nærhet her i dette tabernaklet. Vi takker Deg, Far, for dette tabernaklet. Vi takker Deg for dets pastor, vår Bror Neville, en mann med ydmykhet, integritet og fylt med Guds kjærlighet for Kristus og for Hans Menighet. Jeg ber at Du velsigner ham, hans kjære hustru og hans barn. Herre, la dem bli blant oss lenge her på jorden. Skån dem fra sykdom, og hold dem friske. Skån oss alle fra sykdom, Herre; hold oss friske slik at vi kan tjene Deg.

And now we lay our souls upon the altar, for searching now, as I open my eyes in a few moments to read your Word, if it be your will, and it falls my lot tonight to try to break the bread of life to the people. Now, Lord, help me to say something that would help some poor weary soul here tonight. Help it that it might be also words of correction, that we might know how to behave ourself, what we should do and how we should live in this present world, if we expect to make heaven our home. Grant it, Lord. And heal the sickness. If there's any among us, Lord, that's sick, we pray that You'll heal it. Strengthen those who are weary. We pray for them.
We pray for not only this church, but for other churches throughout the entire world where prayer is being made, and supplications, before God, and the many tens of thousands of hungry-hearted saints crying, "Come, Lord Jesus, come!" Oh, surely You'll hear our cry, Lord, someday and will come.
If it's our lot to fall asleep before that come … coming is, we know that the trumpet shall sound and the dead in Christ shall rise first. We'll come forth and we'll stand in your presence someday. We thank Thee for this, and we wait for that time. And now prepare our hearts, for we ask it in Jesus' name. Amen.

Nå legger vi våre sjeler på alteret for å bli gransket, mens jeg om noen øyeblikk åpner øynene for å lese Ditt Ord, hvis det er viljen Din, og det faller på meg i kveld å bryte livets brød for folket. Herre, hjelp meg å si noe som kan støtte en sliten sjel her i kveld. La det også være ord til rettledning, slik at vi kan lære hvordan vi skal oppføre oss, hva vi bør gjøre, og hvordan vi skal leve i denne verden, dersom vi ønsker å gjøre himmelen til vårt hjem. Gi oss dette, Herre.
Helbred syke blant oss, Herre, vi ber om at Du gjør dem friske. Styrk dem som er trette og slitne. Vi ber for dem. Vi ber ikke bare for denne menigheten, men også for andre menigheter over hele verden hvor bønn og supplikasjoner blir fremført for Gud. De mange titusener av hungrige, troende sjeler roper: "Kom, Herre Jesus, kom!" Å, Herre, Du vil sikkert høre vårt rop en dag og komme.
Hvis det er vår skjebne å sovne før Du kommer, vet vi at trompeten skal lyde og de døde i Kristus skal reise seg først. Vi skal stå opp og stå i Din nærhet en dag. Vi takker Deg for dette, og vi venter på den tiden. Forbered våre hjerter nå, for vi ber dette i Jesu navn. Amen.

Now, I don't expect to talk very long tonight, maybe thirty minutes, or forty, upon a little subject here, that I would like to first read a Scripture found in the book of Psalms. Psalms 105, and reading down to the fifteenth verse, inclusive. While I read this Psalm, I want you to listen real close to the reading of the Word, because God's Word will never fail.
O give thanks unto the LORD; call upon his name: make known his deeds among the people.
Now just think of that!
… give thanks unto the LORD; call upon his name: make known his deeds among the people.
Sing unto him, sing psalms unto him: talk ye of … his wondrous works.
Glory ye in his holy name: let the hearts of them that rejoice that seek the LORD.
Seek the LORD, and his strength: seek his face evermore.
Remember his marvelous works that he has done; his wonders, and his judgments of his mouth;
O ye seed of Abraham his servant, ye children of Jacob his chosen.
He is the LORD our God: his judgments are in all the earth.
He has remembered his covenant for ever, the word which he commanded to a thousand generations.
Which covenant he made with Abraham, and his oath unto Isaac;
And confirmed the same unto Jacob for a law, and to Israel for an everlasting covenant:
Saying, Unto thee will I give the land of Canaan, the lot of your inheritance:
When they were but a few men in number; yea, very few, and strangers in it.
When they went forth from one nation to another, and from one kingdom to another…
He suffered no man to do them wrong: yea, he reproved kings for their sake;
Saying, Touch not my anointed, and do my prophets no harm.

I kveld har jeg ikke tenkt å tale lenge, kanskje tretti eller førti minutter, om et lite emne. Først vil jeg lese en skrift fra Salmenes bok. Vi leser fra Salme 105, og ned til og med vers femten. Mens jeg leser denne Salmen, vil jeg at dere skal lytte nøye til Ordet, for Guds Ord vil aldri svikte.
Gi takk til HERREN, påkall Hans navn, gjør Hans gjerninger kjent blant folkene.
Tenk på det!
Gi takk til HERREN, påkall Hans navn, gjør Hans gjerninger kjent blant folkene.
Syng for Ham, syng salmer til Ham: tal om Hans underfulle gjerninger.
Ros dere av Hans hellige navn: la hjertene glede seg hos dem som søker HERREN.
Søk HERREN og Hans styrke: søk Hans ansikt alltid.
Husk Hans underfulle gjerninger som Han har gjort; Hans undere og Hans dommer fra Hans munn;
Dere, Abrahams avkom, Hans tjenere, Jakobs barn, Hans utvalgte.
Han er HERREN vår Gud: Hans dommer er over hele jorden.
Han har husket Sin pakt for evig, ordet Han befalte til tusen generasjoner,
Pakten Han inngikk med Abraham, og Hans ed til Isak;
Og Han bekreftet det samme til Jakob som en lov, og til Israel som en evig pakt:
Han sa: Til deg vil Jeg gi Kanaans land, lotten av deres arv,
Da de var få i antall; ja, svært få, og fremmede der.
Da de gikk fra ett folkeslag til et annet, fra ett rike til et annet...
Han tillot ingen å gjøre dem urett; ja, Han irettesatte konger for deres skyld;
Og sa: Rør ikke Mine salvede, og gjør Mine profeter ingen skade.

I want to take a subject from there of "Respects." Reading here, David crying out to the Lord, respect is what we owe to God. And that's one thing that I would like, to drill this to the heart of every person here tonight, that in all things that we see going on, we must give respects to it. See, we must respect it. And David said that when they were very few men of Israel, perhaps Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, who he was speaking of, very few men, that He rebuked nations and kings for them. God rebuked the nations and kings, saying, "Touch not my anointed, and do my prophets no harm."

Jeg ønsker å ta for meg et emne herfra, "Respekt." Når David roper til Herren, viser han hvor viktig det er å ha respekt for Gud. Dette er noe jeg ønsker å understreke i kveld: i alt vi ser skje rundt oss, må vi vise respekt. David sa at da det var få menn i Israel, kanskje Abraham, Isak og Jakob han refererte til, refset Gud nasjoner og konger for deres skyld. Gud refset nasjonene og kongene og sa: "Rør ikke Mine salvede, og gjør Mine profeter ingen skade."

Over in Ecclesiastes, the twelfth chapter and the thirteenth verse, it's written like this, see.
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the full duty of man.
The conclusion of the whole matter is to fear God. And you cannot have respects until you have fear. You've got to have fear of God. Solomon said also, in the Proverbs, that the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom. The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom.
Now, that don't mean that you're afraid of Him, but that means that you are giving Him respects and reverence. And when you respect God, you fear God. You fear that you might displease Him in some way, you fear lest you would do something wrong. You wouldn't want to…

I Forkynneren, kapittel 12, vers 13, står det:
«La oss høre helheten av saken: Frykt Gud og hold Hans bud; for dette er hele menneskets plikt.»
Konklusjonen er at vi skal frykte Gud. Respekt kan ikke eksistere uten frykt. Vi må frykte Gud. Salomo sier også i Ordspråkene at frykt for Gud er begynnelsen til visdom. Frykt for Gud er begynnelsen til visdom.
Det betyr ikke at vi skal være redde for Ham, men at vi skal vise Ham respekt og ærbødighet. Når vi respekterer Gud, frykter vi Ham. Vi frykter at vi kan misfornøye Ham på en eller annen måte eller gjøre noe galt. Det vil vi ikke...

I fear my mother. I fear my wife. I fear my church. I fear all of God's servants, unless I should put a stumbling block somewhere in their way. I fear the people. I fear the people of the city, unless I should do something wrong that would cause them to think that I wasn't a Christian.
See, you've got … before you can have respects, you've got to have fear. And God demands it. He demands respects. God does, He demands it. And fear brings it. And we know that fear brings respects.

Jeg frykter min mor. Jeg frykter min kone. Jeg frykter min menighet. Jeg frykter alle Guds tjenere, i tilfelle jeg skulle legge en snublestein i deres vei. Jeg frykter folket. Jeg frykter byens folk, i tilfelle jeg skulle gjøre noe galt som får dem til å tro at jeg ikke er en kristen.
For å ha respekt, må man først ha frykt. Og Gud krever det. Han krever respekt. Gud gjør det, Han krever det. Og frykt fører til respekt. Vi vet at frykt bringer respekt.

Now, you take for instance, a man, he's a farmer or maybe he's a shop worker, and nobody pays any attention to him. But let him get a job on the police force and come down the street, and as a policeman with his badge and uniform on (where, maybe someone wouldn't speak to him the day before), "Hello, there, John! How are you?" See? Why is it? It's kind of an awe, or a fear, or a respect, because of it. Maybe he gets elected to be the mayor of the city, or maybe…

Tenk deg at en mann er bonde eller butikkarbeider, uten at noen legger merke til ham. Men hvis han får jobb i politiet og går nedover gaten med uniform og merke, vil de som kanskje ignorerte ham dagen før, nå si "Hei, John! Hvordan går det?" Hvorfor det? Det handler om en slags ærefrykt, frykt eller respekt. Kanskje han blir valgt til ordfører i byen, eller kanskje...

Who would President Kennedy tonight be, if he wasn't President Kennedy? What if he was just the same man he is, but yet he was a worker that worked at Colgates down here for forty dollars a week? See? He'd come through the city here and nobody would pay much attention to him, only his own associates. But, being he's the president of the United States, he deserves a respect, you see.

Hvem ville president Kennedy vært i kveld om han ikke var president Kennedy? Hva om han var den samme mannen han er, men jobbet på Colgates her nede for førti dollar i uken? Ser du? Han ville gått gjennom byen her, og ingen ville gitt ham mye oppmerksomhet, bortsett fra hans egne kolleger. Men siden han er president i USA, fortjener han respekt, ser du.

And because that God is God, He deserves a respect. That's right. And we've got to respect Him, and give a fear to Him, and that brings respect. God has demanded that for Himself and for all His servants. God demands respects for His servants. His servants, how we know that they are His servants, because He vindicates these servants by His Word. He takes these servants and makes them servants of God, and proves that they are servants by making His Word work through them servants. Then as you respect that servant, you respect God. So when I respect you and you respect me, and we respect each other, then we're respecting God.

Fordi Gud er Gud, fortjener Han respekt. Det stemmer. Vi må respektere Ham og ha ærefrykt for Ham, noe som skaper respekt. Gud har krevd dette for Seg Selv og for alle Sine tjenere. Gud krever respekt for sine tjenere. Hvordan vet vi at de er Hans tjenere? Fordi Han stadfester disse tjenerne gjennom Sitt Ord. Han tar disse tjenerne og gjør dem til Guds tjenere, og beviser at de er tjenere ved å la Sitt Ord virke gjennom dem. Når du respekterer en slik tjener, respekterer du Gud. Når jeg respekterer deg og du respekterer meg, og vi respekterer hverandre, respekterer vi Gud.

Did not Jesus say, "Insomuch as you have done unto the least of these, my little ones, you have done it unto me. And it would be better for you that a millstone was hanged at your neck and you were drowned in the depths of the sea, than to offend one of them. For I say unto you, behold, their angels always beholds my Father's face which is in heaven." Now, we know that they are, that we being children of God, that we are a part of God. And God demands this respects. And then God shows who His children are. He shows it by wonders and signs, and that it's being done.

Sa ikke Jesus: «I den grad dere har gjort det mot en av disse mine minste små, har dere gjort det mot Meg. Det ville være bedre for dere å få en kvernstein hengt om halsen og bli druknet i havets dyp, enn å forarge en av dem. For Jeg sier dere, deres engler ser alltid Min Fars ansikt som er i himmelen»?
Vi vet at vi, som Guds barn, er en del av Gud. Gud krever denne respekten. Gud viser også hvem Hans barn er, gjennom under og tegn.

Now, we're going to start now and call into question some of these people. Now, if I was going to say, for one, to start with, I think of … let's take Noah, for a moment. Now, Noah had a revelation from God, yet it was contrary to anything that science would prove to be true. But yet he had spoke to God, and God had spoke to him. And he went about preparing an ark, where the scoffers and mockers, as the Bible said that they would be in the last days like they was in them days, that … those scoffers scoffed at Noah. Why, they thought that he was out of his head because he was building an ark. But God brought judgment upon them scoffers. Because they would not listen to the messenger of God and come into that ark under his preaching, then God sent His divine judgments on the earth. First He made a preparation for all who would receive it to escape it. And then if they did not escape it, there's only one thing left. If they won't take God's preparation of escape, then there's only one thing left---that's divine judgment.

Nå, vi skal begynne nå og stille spørsmål ved noen av disse personene. Nå, om jeg ville si, for eksempel, begynne med, jeg tenker... la oss ta Noa et øyeblikk. Noah fikk en åpenbaring fra Gud, selv om den var i strid med alt vitenskapen anså som sant. Men han hadde samtalt med Gud, og Gud hadde samtalt med ham. Han satte igang med å bygge en ark, mens spottere og hånere, som Bibelen sa ville være til stede i de siste dager som de var i de (Noas) dager, disse spotterne hånte Noah. De trodde han var fra vettet fordi han bygde en ark. Men Gud brakte dom over disse spotterne.
Fordi de ikke ville høre på Guds budbringer og komme inn i arken under hans forkynnelse, da sendte Gud Sin guddommelige dom over jorden.
Først gjorde Han forberedelser for at alle som ville ta imot dem (forberedelsene) kunne unnslippe dommen. Hvis de ikke unnfløy dette, var det bare én ting igjen. Og så hvis de ikke vil ta imot Guds forberedelse for å unnslippe, er det bare én mulighet som gjenstår — guddommelig dom.

You can only do two things---it lays either mercy or judgment. You have to accept one or the other. There's where we stand tonight. We either take God's mercy or we stand His judgments. There's just no way of getting around it. God always makes a way of escape for those who desire to escape. Then what's left over has to stand the judgment. Not because that God wants them to, but because they have chosen that way themselves. See, they make their own choice. There's where we stand tonight, friends, the same thing. We can either take God's way of escape, or we can stand His judgments, either one we want to do. Aren't you happy tonight that you have took the way of escape? because all that refuse the way of escape will have to come under judgment.

Du har kun to valg—enten nåde eller dom. Du må akseptere det ene eller det andre, der står vi i kveld. Vi kan enten ta imot Guds nåde eller stå under Hans dom. Det finnes ingen annen utvei. Gud gir alltid en fluktmulighet til de som ønsker å flykte. De som gjenstår må stå for dommen, ikke fordi Gud ønsker det, men fordi de selv har valgt den veien. De gjør sitt eget valg. Der står vi i kveld, venner, samme situasjon. Vi kan enten ta Guds utvei, eller stå under Hans dom, alt etter hva vi velger. Er du ikke glad i kveld for at du har valgt utveien? For alle som nekter å ta utveien, må komme under dommen.

Then there is another man I'd like to speak of. That was a great mighty prophet by the name of Moses. The people (Israel) should have understood according to the Scripture that God was going to deliver them, and was going to bring them out of Egypt. But as soon as God got His man ready and sent him down into Egypt, they had no respects for him. They turned him out, and said, "Will you slay us as you did the Egyptian?" which caused them to stay in bondage an extra forty years. They stayed in bondage because they refused to respect the deliverer that come to deliver them. That put them back in bondage again. Not because God wanted them to stay (the time was exactly right), but they stayed forty years over because they refused to accept God's provided way of escape.
How I believe that that's what's the matter tonight. Same thing, see.

En annen mann jeg vil nevne, var en stor og mektig profet ved navn Moses. Ifølge Skriften skulle folket (Israel) ha forstått at Gud skulle befri dem og føre dem ut av Egypt. Men da Gud fikk Sitt redskap klar og sendte ham ned til Egypt, viste de ingen respekt for ham. De avviste ham og sa: "Vil du drepe oss slik du drepte egypteren?" Dette førte til at de ble i slaveri i ytterligere førti år. De ble værende i slaveri fordi de nektet å respektere den befrieren som kom for å befri dem. Dette førte dem tilbake i slaveri igjen. Ikke fordi Gud ønsket at de skulle bli værende (tiden var akkurat riktig), men de ble værende førti år ekstra fordi de nektet å akseptere Guds utpekte vei til frihet.
Jeg tror dette er problemet i kveld. Samme sak, skjønner du.

That they refused the way out, and God was determined, and had told Abraham and them in His covenant (as we read David singing of it tonight), He had promised them that He was going to do a certain thing, so God's going to keep His promise. He was going to bring them out anyhow, but perhaps nearly another generation died off. The old generation that laughed at Moses, and so forth, and would not accept the message, that generation (forty years) died off, and Moses come into another generation. See what I mean? If they don't accept it, then God will let that generation die out and He'll bring in another generation to do it. So, they had refused it. And then we find out, this next generation that come up, when Moses went down there to vindicate himself…

Da de avslo utveien, var Gud fast bestemt. Han hadde lovet Abraham og hans etterfølgere i Sin pakt (som vi leste David synge om i kveld), at Han skulle utføre visse ting, og Gud holder sitt løfte. Han ville bringe dem ut uansett, men trolig døde nesten en hel generasjon ut først. Den gamle generasjonen som lo av Moses og ikke ville akseptere budskapet, døde ut over en periode på førti år, og Moses kom inn i en ny generasjon. Forstår dere hva jeg mener? Hvis de ikke aksepterer det, lar Gud den generasjonen dø ut og innfører en ny generasjon til å fullføre det. Så de hadde avvist det. Vi ser at den neste generasjonen som kom opp, når Moses vendte tilbake for å bekrefte sitt kall...

You know, Moses was scared to go down again. Moses was eighty years old now, and he had been gone forty years. And when he talked to God at the burning bush, he said, "Who will I tell them that sent me?" God had no name. He said, "Who will I tell them that sent me?" Said, "When I say, 'The God of your fathers appeared to me,' they'll say, 'Who is the God of our fathers?' Well, what will I tell them?"
He said, "You tell them that 'I AM THAT I AM.' You tell them that 'I AM THAT I AM.'" And he said, "What is that in your hand, Moses?"
He said, "A stick." And he threw it down and it turned into a serpent. And he put his hand in his bosom, it turned to leprosy; and went back, and healed.
He said, "Go down, and take these signs and perform them before the people, and it'll be an a-vindication. They'll know by these signs that I sent you for deliverance." Oh, brother! God always does that. God always gives supernatural signs, see.

Moses var redd for å dra ned igjen. Nå var han åtti år gammel og hadde vært borte i førti år. Da han snakket med Gud ved den brennende busken, sa han: "Hvem skal jeg si sendte meg?" Gud hadde ingen navn. Moses spurte igjen: "Hvem skal jeg si sendte meg? Når jeg sier: 'Gud til deres fedre viste Seg for meg,' vil de spørre: 'Hvem er Gud til våre fedre?' Hva skal jeg si til dem?"
Gud svarte: "Du skal si til dem at 'JEG ER DEN JEG ER.' Du skal si til dem at 'JEG ER DEN JEG ER.'" Deretter spurte Gud: "Hva har du i hånden, Moses?"
Moses svarte: "En stav." Gud ba ham kaste den ned, og den ble til en slange. Moses stakk hånden i brystet sitt og den ble til spedalskhet; da han tok den ut igjen, ble han helbredet.
Gud sa: "Gå ned og demonstrer disse tegnene for folket, så vil de forstå at Jeg har sendt deg for deres befrielse." Å, Bror! Gud handler alltid slik. Gud gir alltid overnaturlige tegn.

And now when he came down and called the people, and done his signs before them, all Israel believed, every one of them. And they went right straight to the palace for deliverance. And then the Pharaoh decided he would not give them deliverance, and God turned judgment loose on Pharaoh. And we know what happened in Egypt.
Strange, after they had seen all those signs happen, and then they come to the Red Sea, and found out that the very God that had performed all those signs … here at the Red Sea doubted God the very first thing, that He was able to make a way of escape.

Da han kom ned og kalte folket sammen og utførte sine tegn foran dem, trodde hele Israel, hver eneste en av dem. De gikk rett til palasset for å be om frihet. Men faraoen bestemte seg for at han ikke ville gi dem frihet, og Gud lot dommen falle over farao. Vi vet hva som skjedde i Egypt.
Merkelig nok, etter at de hadde sett alle disse tegnene skje, kom de til Rødehavet, og fant ut at den samme Gud som hadde utført alle disse tegnene… her ved Rødehavet tvilte de på Gud med en gang, og trodde ikke at Han kunne lage en vei til redning.

Now, there's where we make our mistake. When a little sickness strikes us, when a little disaster, or a little trouble strikes somewhere in the way, then we go to falling away. A young convert, somebody will make fun of him, say, "Well, you ain't nothing but a holy roller."
"Well, I hate to be called a holy roller." You see? See, there you are, you get that doubt.
That's the time to stand there! That's the time to respect the messenger. That's the time to give glory to God.

Her er hvor vi gjør vår feil. Når vi rammes av litt sykdom, et lite tilbakeslag, eller en liten vanskelighet kommer vår vei, begynner vi å falle fra. En ung omvendt kan oppleve at noen gjør narr av ham og sier: "Vel, du er ikke noe annet enn en hellig ruller."
"Vel, jeg hater å bli kalt en hellig ruller." Ser du? Det er da vi begynner å tvile.
Det er på dette tidspunktet du må stå fast! Det er da du skal vise respekt for budbringeren. Det er da du skal gi Gud ære.

And Moses said, "I've done these already, ten miracles before you. God's give you ten miracles, and then you're afraid at the sea? Certainly. How much more will it take for you to believe?" He walked back, and took his rod and held it before the sea, and the storms came down and blowed it across the other side, and they went across. And as soon as they got over there, immediately begin to complain they had no bread. See, just same thing. Then God rained bread out of the heavens for them. Then they complained they had no water. There was just one complaint after another. And I notice…

Og Moses sa: "Jeg har allerede gjort disse tingene, ti mirakler foran dere. Gud har gitt dere ti mirakler, og likevel er dere redde ved havet? Selvsagt. Hvor mye mer skal til for at dere skal tro?" Han gikk tilbake, tok staven sin og holdt den foran havet, og stormene roet seg og blåste vannet bort til den andre siden, og de gikk over. Så snart de var kommet over, begynte de umiddelbart å klage over at de ikke hadde brød. Se, det samme igjen. Så regnet Gud brød fra himmelen for dem. Deretter klaget de over at de ikke hadde vann. Det var bare den ene klagen etter den andre. Og jeg legger merke til…

You say, "Well, maybe they were the unconverted type." Well, maybe they were. There was a mixed multitude went with them, true.
But I want to bring another thing into your remembrance. If God sent the messenger, and vindicated by the signs that he was the messenger sent from God, then it's up to them to obey this messenger. Exactly. They must obey the messenger and have respects to that messenger. Look at Joshua and Caleb, they stayed right by his side. Yes, sir. Whatever Moses was in, they was in it, too. Whether Moses was right or wrong, they stayed right with him, anyhow, see, because they knowed that was God's messenger.

Det kan hende du sier: "Vel, kanskje de var den ukonverterte typen." Mulig det, ja. Det var en blandet mengde som fulgte dem, det er sant.
Men jeg vil minne deg om noe annet. Hvis Gud sendte budbringeren og bekreftet det med tegn, da er det opp til dem å adlyde denne budbringeren. Nøyaktig. De må adlyde budbringeren og ha respekt for ham. Se på Josva og Kaleb; de holdt seg tett ved hans side. Uansett hva Moses gjorde, var de med ham. Om Moses hadde rett eller tok feil, støttet de ham uansett, fordi de visste at han var Guds budbringer.

And there one day we find out that even Miriam, a prophetess, and Aaron, the high priest, made fun of Moses' wife because she was an Ethiopian, and thought, "Wasn't there enough women of our own group to marry, instead of going down there and marrying that woman?" That wasn't Moses' choice; that was God's choice for Moses. And when they made fun of it, that angered God in such a way until He struck Miriam, the prophetess, full of leprosy, Moses' own sister. What about that? Her, a prophetess, but what was she doing? She was making fun and an irreverence to God's messenger, the messenger of the covenant of that day. And she was irreverent. And also Aaron, the high priest, the very mouthpiece of Moses, right, he was with her.
And Aaron then, when he saw his sister struck with leprosy, he went in and told Moses, "Would you let your own sister die?"
And Moses went into the tabernacle and fell before the Lord, and began to weep and call out for God, mercy for his sister. And the Spirit of the Lord came down, and said, "Call Aaron and Miriam to stand here before me." Oh, my!
God demands respects! God sends His message, you listen to it and you reverence it. Don't care if they call it a bunch of holy rollers, or whatever they call it; let the world do what they want to, but you give respects!

En dag oppdaget vi at selv Miriam, en profetinne, og Aron, ypperstepresten, gjorde narr av Moses' kone fordi hun var en etiopier. De tenkte: "Var det ikke nok kvinner blant vårt eget folk å gifte seg med, i stedet for å gå ned dit og gifte seg med den kvinnen?" Det var ikke Moses' valg; det var Guds valg for Moses. Da de gjorde narr av henne, ble Gud så vred at Han slo Miriam, profetinnen og Moses' egen søster, med spedalskhet. Hva sier vi til det? Hun var en profetinne, men hva gjorde hun? Hun hånte og var respektløs mot Guds budbærer, paktens budbærer for den tiden. Også Aron, ypperstepresten og Moses' egen talsperson, var sammen med henne.
Da Aron så sin søster rammet av spedalskhet, gikk han til Moses og sa: "Vil du la din egen søster dø?"
Moses gikk da inn i tabernaklet, falt ned for Herren og begynte å gråte og be om Guds nåde for sin søster. Herrens Ånd kom ned og sa: "Kall Aron og Miriam til å stå her foran Meg." Å, min!
Gud krever respekt! Når Gud sender sitt budskap, må du lytte til det og ære det. Ikke bry deg om hvis de kaller det en gjeng med hellige rullinger, eller hva de måtte finne på; la verden gjøre som den vil, men du skal vise respekt!

So, there stood Miriam. God said, "Call Miriam and call Moses … or, call Aaron here, your brother and sister, to stand before me."
And when they come in before God, God said, "Don't you fear God?" Said that to the high priest and to Miriam, the prophetess. Said, "If there be any, a man among you, who's spiritual or a prophet, I the Lord will make myself known to him. I'll speak to him in visions and reveal myself in dreams to him, and so forth, if he's spiritual or a prophet." But said, "My servant Moses, I speak lip to ear with him." Said, "Don't you fear God?" In other words, "You talk about Moses, you're talking about Me. If you can't respect Moses, you don't respect Me." Said, "Haven't I proved among you that he's my servant? And you have no reverence for him at all."
What … that would be a lesson for the people of this day. No respects, no honor!
Now, He said, "Because you didn't do that, that's the reason you got leprosy. That's the reason these things has went," said, "because you ought to have knowed that this was my servant. You do know it, so when you say something against him, you're saying it against Me."

Så der sto Miriam. Gud sa: "Kall Miriam og kall Aron, din bror og søster, til å stå foran Meg."
Og da de kom frem for Gud, sa Gud: "Frykter dere ikke Gud?" Dette sa Han til ypperstepresten og til Miriam, profetinnen. Han sa: "Hvis det finnes en mann blant dere som er åndelig eller en profet, vil Jeg, Herren, gjøre Meg kjent for ham. Jeg vil tale til ham i syner og åpenbare Meg i drømmer for ham, og så videre, hvis han er åndelig eller en profet." Men Han sa også: "Min tjener Moses, med ham taler Jeg munn til munn." Han sa: "Frykter dere ikke Gud?" Med andre ord: "Når dere snakker om Moses, snakker dere om Meg. Hvis dere ikke respekterer Moses, respekterer dere ikke Meg." Han sa: "Har Jeg ikke bevist blant dere at han er Min tjener? Og dere viser ingen ærbødighet for ham i det hele tatt."
Hva ... det ville vært en lekse for folk i dag. Ingen respekt, ingen ære!
Nå sa Han: "Fordi dere ikke gjorde dette, er det grunnen til at dere fikk spedalskhet. Det er grunnen til at disse tingene har hendt," sa Han, "fordi dere burde ha visst at dette var Min tjener. Dere vet det, så når dere sier noe imot ham, sier dere det imot Meg."

So Moses prayed for her life to be spared, and God did spare her life. She didn't live very long afterwards. She died, but she did get cleansed of her leprosy. And was out of the camp for seven days, you know, for a purification, getting herself cleaned again from her leprosy. God healed her.
But what He was trying to get to them was this, "You've got to respect what I do."
And if that was the attitude of God in that day, and God can't change, God wants us to respect what He's doing. He demands it. Said, "You either respect that or something else is going to happen."

Moses ba om at hennes liv måtte bli spart, og Gud sparte det. Hun levde ikke lenge etterpå. Hun døde, men ble renset for sin spedalskhet og var utenfor leiren i syv dager for renselse. Gud helbredet henne.
Men det Gud prøvde å få dem til å forstå var: "Dere må respektere det Jeg gjør." Hvis det var Guds holdning den gang, og Gud ikke kan endre Seg, ønsker Han at vi skal respektere hva Han gjør. Han krever det. Han sa, "Dere må respektere dette, ellers vil noe annet skje."

A man told me the other day, he said I… Poor man, sweeps up over here in the market for a living. He's had a breakdown, in very bad shape. He's Lutheran by faith, and they had had communion. He's unable to walk to the church, so he took a cab. Said it cost him eighty cents to go down and eighty cents to come back. His neighbor, very ungodly, seen him praying the Lord's prayer one morning, and laughed at him, made fun of him. He said to this neighbor, he said to this man, he said, "Where'd you go in a cab this morning?"
Said, "It was communion. I went down to the church."
He said, "What is communion?"
Said, "When we take the bread and the wine."
He said, "I had mine, too, this morning at the table, with a slice of light bread and a pint of whiskey," see.

En mann fortalte meg her om dagen. Stakkars mann, han feier på markedet for å tjene til livets opphold. Han har hatt et sammenbrudd og er i veldig dårlig form. Han er lutheraner av tro og hadde tatt nattverd. Han er ikke i stand til å gå til kirken, så han tok en drosje. Det kostet ham åtti øre å kjøre ned og åtti øre å komme tilbake. Hans nabo, en veldig gudløs person, så ham be Herrens bønn en morgen og lo av ham. Han gjorde narr av mannen og spurte: "Hvor dro du i drosje i morges?"
Mannen svarte: "Det var nattverd. Jeg dro til menigheten."
Naboen spurte: "Hva er nattverd?"
Mannen svarte: "Når vi tar brød og vin."
Naboen sa: "Jeg hadde min 'nattverd' også denne morgenen ved bordet, med en skive loff og en pint whisky."

I know of three boys one time that mocked communion in the church, know of them. And they went up in the hotel room and got some ham sandwiches and a bottle of whiskey, and had their communion up there, making fun of the communion they had in a Pentecostal church. Less than three months from then, all three was … one of them was dead, and two was in the insane institution.
You can't disrespect God! You've got to respect God. If you don't believe it, just keep still, keep away from it. Or, either do that, or come reverently and respect it. Don't make fun of people in the Spirit. Don't talk about people that's worshipping in the Spirit of God. Let them alone.

Jeg kjenner til tre gutter som en gang gjorde narr av nattverden i menigheten. De tok med seg skinkesmørbrød og en flaske whiskey opp til hotellrommet, og hadde sin egen nattverd der, i hån mot nattverden de hadde hatt i en pinsemenighet. Innen tre måneder var én av dem død og to var innlagt på en psykiatrisk institusjon.
Du kan ikke vise Gud mangel på respekt! Du må respektere Gud. Hvis du ikke tror, hold deg stille og unna. Ellers, kom ærbødig og med respekt. Ikke gjør narr av folk som er i Ånden. Snakk ikke nedsettende om dem som tilber i Guds Ånd. La dem være.

I was standing right there on the corner preaching some years ago, as a boy preacher. And there was a woman came by. She was Catholic by faith, but I knowed her. Her husband was Catholic; she was nothing. And a very pretty woman, nice-looking, about twenty years old, twenty-two. I knew her as a girl here in the city. And she came by and stood there, and she said, "I wouldn't let my pet cow have the religion that William Branham's got."
And the next night, before I could get to her, she was dying in the hospital, and don't know yet what killed her. She was dying out there in the hospital, and her husband came to get me. He said… He was a Catholic. And he come, he said, "Come quickly and say a prayer for my wife. She's been calling for you all evening. She's dying."

Jeg stod på hjørnet og forkynte for noen år siden, som en ung predikant. En kvinne kom forbi. Hun var katolikk av tro, men jeg kjente henne. Hennes mann var katolikk; hun var ingenting. Hun var en veldig pen kvinne, rundt tjue eller tjue-to år gammel. Jeg kjente henne fra byen. Hun kom bort og sa: "Jeg ville ikke la kjæledyrkua mi ha den religionen som William Branham har."
Neste kveld, før jeg rakk å komme til henne, lå hun døende på sykehuset. Vi vet fortsatt ikke hva som drepte henne. Mannen hennes kom for å hente meg. Han sa... Han var katolikk. Han sa: "Kom raskt og be en bønn for min kone. Hun har ropt etter deg hele kvelden. Hun er døende."

Well, I said, "I will go." And I got in the car and left the meeting, and started to the hospital. And I run up on the steps, I met the nurse, and she said, "She's already dead."
And he said, "Come say a prayer for her, anyhow."
I said, "She's dead."
Said, "Say a prayer anyhow."
"It won't do any good now."
Said, "Well, come look at her."
And I went down. She had that reddish black … I believe they call it auburn hair. Very pretty woman, few freckles across her face here, with great big brown eyes. "And that woman," that nurse said, "Billy, she died in such agony until she screamed out your name as loud as she could, and said, 'Tell him to forgive me,' till the freckles stood out on her face like warts." And those big eyes had set way out and her eyelids had half closed over them. Of course, you know what happens when a person dies, their … both kidney and bowels move, and she was there just steaming all over. And died in such agony because … not because she disrespected me, but she disrespected the gospel that I was preaching, and God was working signs and wonders.

Jeg sa: "Jeg skal dra." Jeg gikk ut av bilen, forlot møtet og dro til sykehuset. Da jeg kom opp trappen, møtte jeg en sykepleier som sa: "Hun er allerede død."
Han sa: "Kom og be for henne likevel."
Jeg svarte: "Hun er død."
Han gjentok: "Be en bønn uansett."
"Det vil ikke hjelpe nå."
"Vel, kom og se på henne," sa han.
Jeg gikk ned og så henne. Hun hadde det rødsvarte, eller auburn, håret. Veldig vakker kvinne, med noen få fregner over ansiktet og store brune øyne. Sykepleieren sa: "Billy, hun døde i så stor pine at hun skrek navnet ditt så høyt hun kunne, og sa: 'Fortell ham at han må tilgi meg,' til fregnene sto ut som vorter." Øynene var store og utstående, og øyelokkene hadde delvis lukket seg over dem. Som kjent skjer det at nyrene og tarmene tømmes ved døden, og hun var helt gjennomvåt. Hun døde i stor smerte, ikke fordi hun manglet respekt for meg, men fordi hun viste mangel på respekt for evangeliet jeg forkynte, og Gud virket gjennom tegn og under.

Sometime ago in New Albany, while I was standing there talking to a sinner, leading him to Christ, a big old rough-handed man in a garage, a man was a friend of mine… His son-in-law run the garage next door. I was standing there preaching---at a dinner hour, eating a sandwich---and talking to him about God. Through the daytime I'd find somewhere where I could go at dinner time and try to win a soul to Christ. He said, "Mr. Branham," he said… I was just a boy preacher, myself. He said, "Mr. Branham," said, "my mother had that kind of religion, that heartfelt religion." And the tears was running down his cheeks.
I said, "How long has she been gone?"
Said "Years. She always prayed for me."
I said, "The God that heard her prayers is trying to answer them right now for her."
And this man walked in there, he said, "Hello." He was drunk. Said, "Hey, Billy, listen." Said, "Anytime you want to come over to my garage," said, "you come, but," said, "don't bring that old holy-roller religion of yours over there."
I turned and looked at him, I said, "Anywhere Christ is not welcome, I'll not be."
And so he turned around and said, "Aw, get next to yourself, boy."
And I just heard in my heart a voice say, "You reap what you sow. It would be better for you that a millstone was hanged at your neck, and drowned in the depths of the sea." And his own son-in-law, that very same afternoon, run over him with a two-ton Chevrolet truck loaded down, and mashed him down in the ground.
See, you've got to respect God. You've got to do… God demands respects. And He demands it.
And so Miriam ought to knowed better. So ought Aaron to knowed better, than … knowing this, that Moses was led by the Spirit of God to do what he was going to do.

For en tid siden i New Albany, mens jeg stod og snakket med en synder og ledet ham til Kristus, møtte jeg en stor, hardhendt mann på et verksted. Han var en venn av meg, og svigersønnen hans drev verkstedet ved siden av. Jeg stod der og forkynte—i lunsjen, mens jeg spiste en sandwich—og snakket med ham om Gud. På dagtid pleide jeg å finne et sted hvor jeg kunne gå i lunsjen og forsøke å vinne en sjel for Kristus. Han sa: "Mr. Branham,"—jeg var bare en ung predikant da—"min mor hadde den typen religion, den hjertelige religionen." Og tårene rant nedover kinnene hans.
Jeg spurte: "Hvor lenge har hun vært borte?"
Han svarte: "År. Hun ba alltid for meg."
Jeg sa: "Gud som hørte bønnene hennes, forsøker å besvare dem akkurat nå for henne."
En mann kom inn, beruset, og sa: "Hei, Billy, hør her. Når som helst du vil komme til verkstedet mitt," sa han, "så er du velkommen, men ta ikke med den gamle hellig-ruller-religionen din dit."
Jeg snudde meg og sa: "Der hvor Kristus ikke er velkommen, vil jeg heller ikke være."
Han svarte: "Åh, få deg et liv, gutt."
I mitt hjerte hørte jeg en stemme som sa: "Du høster det du sår. Det ville være bedre for deg om en møllestein ble hengt om halsen din, og du ble druknet i havets dyp." Senere samme ettermiddag ble han kjørt over av sin egen svigersønn med en to-tonns Chevrolet-lastebil, og han ble knust i bakken.
Du må respektere Gud. Gud krever respekt. Og Han forlanger det.
Miriam burde ha visst bedre. Det samme burde Aaron, ved å vite at Moses ble ledet av Guds Ånd til å gjøre det han gjorde.

Baptist minister wrote me a letter a couple days ago, from up here. Oh, if he didn't rake me over the coals! He said, "A guy that's as lazy as you are! A ministry that would be equal to Elijah, the prophet's," he said, "and then to see you sitting around home, doing nothing!"
So Billy is acting as secretary at the time, he wrote him a letter back. And then he thought, "Well, I believe I'll just answer him," he said. But he thought he better let me read it before he answered it. But it had a lot of diplomacy in it. He said, "Now, this is not my dad, this is me." Said, "You just said that Daddy had a ministry like that of Elijah." And said, "You said he sat down on a creek bank somewhere with a fishing pole in his hand, or up in the mountains with a rifle in his hand." Said, "What will you say about Elijah when he sat three years by the side of the brook?" Said, "Don't you know that they're led by the Spirit of God to do what they're doing?" See, everybody wants to run it their own way. But man must be led by the Spirit of God, and we must give it respects. That's all.

En baptistforkynner skrev et brev til meg for noen dager siden, herfra oppe. Åh, om han ikke kritiserte meg! Han sa, "En fyr som er like lat som du er! En tjeneste som skulle være lik Elia, profetens," sa han, "og så ser man deg sitte hjemme og gjøre ingenting!"
Så tok Billy, som fungerte som sekretær på den tiden, og skrev et svarbrev til ham. Han tenkte, "Vel, jeg tror jeg skal svare ham," sa han. Men han tenkte det var best å la meg lese svaret først. Svarbrevet var diplomatisk formulert. Billy skrev, "Dette er ikke min far, dette er meg." Han sa, "Du sa nettopp at Pappa hadde en tjeneste som den til Elia." Han sa, "Du sa at han satt ved en bekk med en fiskestang i hånden, eller oppe i fjellene med et gevær i hånden." Han skrev, "Hva vil du si om Elia når han satt tre år ved bekken?" Han spurte, "Vet du ikke at de blir ledet av Guds Ånd til å gjøre det de gjør?" Ser du, alle vil styre på sin egen måte. Men mennesket må ledes av Guds Ånd, og vi må vise respekt for det. Det er alt.

Here the other day, a precious soul, here in the city, seen another brother. He said, "Where's Bill at?"
He said, "He's gone up in Canada."
He said, "I guess going hunting?"
He said, "Yes, he's going hunting."
Said, "Aw, nonsense to such stuff."
All right, that man … not knowing that I was under the power of the Holy Spirit, by a vision of 'Thus saith the Lord,' to go. What will you do at the day of the judgment? What good would it do me to go to the bedside of that man and pray for him? The first place, he doesn't believe me. And people, they come around and say these things, like I don't know that they don't believe it. Though they pat you on the back and call you "brother," yet you know they don't believe it, see. They don't believe it. And you can have… Not one thing you can do for them. They'll call for you to come pray, but it doesn't do any good. Because, you see, they disrespect it. You've got to believe it. Watch those who really believe, and watch what happens. See, you've got to respect it.

Her forleden dag traff en verdifull sjel i byen en annen bror. Han spurte: "Hvor er Bill?"
Den andre svarte: "Han har dratt til Canada."
"Jeg antar at han skal jakte?"
"Ja, han skal jakte."
"Slikt tull," svarte mannen.
Den mannen visste ikke at jeg var under Den Hellige Ånds kraft, ved en visjon av 'Så sier Herren', til å dra. Hva vil du gjøre på dommens dag? Hva godt ville det gjøre for meg å gå til denne mannens dødsleie og be for ham? For det første, han tror ikke på meg. Folk kommer og sier slike ting, som om jeg ikke vet at de ikke tror på det. Selv om de klapper deg på ryggen og kaller deg "bror", vet du at de ikke tror, ikke sant. De tror ikke. Det er ingenting du kan gjøre for dem. De vil be deg om å komme og be, men det hjelper ikke. For du ser, de mangler respekt. Du må tro på det. Se på dem som virkelig tror, og se hva som skjer. Du må vise respekt.

Jezebel, in the days of Elijah, how she disrespected Elijah! How she… Elijah was actually her pastor. Sure. Oh, she wouldn't receive that. Goodness, no! She was an atheist, or an infidel, or idol-worshipper, and she had her own pagan priests. But yet Elijah was her pastor. God sent him there to be pastor. He was pastor whether… If he did bawl her out and tell her all of her sins, yet he was her pastor. She wouldn't receive it at all, and she disrespected him. She hated him! Sure, she did. And what happened to her? God let the dogs eat her in the street. That's right. Because what? She disrespected the message that Elijah was preaching.

Jezebel, i Elijas' tid, hvordan hun manglet respekt for Elija! Han var faktisk hennes pastor. Absolutt. Men det ville hun ikke akseptere. Nei, hun var ateist, vantro eller avgudsdyrker og hadde sine egne hedenske prester. Men likevel var Elija hennes pastor. Gud sendte ham dit som pastor. Selv om han irettesatte henne og påpekte alle hennes synder, var han fortsatt hennes pastor. Hun nektet å ta det imot og hadde ingen respekt for ham. Hun hatet ham! Ja, det gjorde hun. Og hva skjedde med henne? Gud lot hundene spise henne opp i gaten. Hvorfor? Fordi hun manglet respekt for budskapet som Elija forkynte.

God demands respects. You've got to have it. You ever get anything from God, you're going to respect God. And you must do it from your heart, the bottom of your heart. You must do it.
But she disrespected God as she disrespected His prophet. Now, she knowed Elijah was a prophet. They didn't have anything in Israel could keep up with Elijah. Why, his visions and everything was perfect before God. But he condemned them. Mercy, yes! He'd get on every denomination, everything else. And everything that's called sin he condemned it, from the least to the greatest, king and all. He didn't pull any punches for none of them. But they had to know he was a prophet. They just couldn't keep from knowing that. Yes, sir.
Even Ahab tried to accuse him for the drought. And he did pray God to send the drought. Yes, he did. And he said, "I have power and I'll close the heavens; it'll not even rain or dew won't fall till I call for it."

Gud krever respekt. Hvis du noen gang skal få noe fra Gud, må du respektere Ham. Og du må gjøre det fra dypet av ditt hjerte. Du må virkelig gjøre det.
Men hun viste mangel på respekt for Gud ved å vise mangel på respekt for Hans profet. Nå, hun visste at Elia var en profet. Det var ingen i Israel som kunne måle seg med Elia. Hans visjoner og alt annet var perfekt for Gud. Men han fordømte dem. Ja, virkelig! Han tok for seg hver konfesjon og alt annet. Og enhver synd, fra den minste til den største, inkludert kongen, fordømte han. Han gikk ikke varsomt frem med noen av dem. Men de måtte erkjenne at han var en profet. De kunne ikke unngå å vite det. Ja, absolutt.
Til og med Ahab prøvde å anklage ham for tørken. Og ja, han ba Gud om å sende tørken. Ja, det gjorde han. Og han sa: "Jeg har makt, og jeg skal stenge himmelen; det vil verken regne eller falle dugg før jeg kaller på det."

Could you imagine that little Jezebel with that painted-up face, stomping up and down that floor, "That old hypocrite! That old hypocrite, causing all these little children out here to suffer," and all like that. Elijah was trying to bring them back to God, trying to win a nation back to God, see. And looked like she could tell the people, "And you mean to tell me you'd believe on a man like that, that would close the lands up like this, and not even rain or dew? And all of his hypocrisy or his witchcraft out there [whatever she wanted to call it], and he's nothing but just a witch or a soothsayer, or something. He's closed the heavens and it won't rain, making all these people suffer. And you say then that's the will of God?"
It was the will of God!

Kunne du forestille deg den lille Jezebel med det oppmalte ansiktet, trampende frem og tilbake på gulvet, ropende: "Den gamle hykleren! Den gamle hykleren, som får alle disse små barna her til å lide," og lignende. Elia prøvde å føre dem tilbake til Gud, prøvde å vinne nasjonen tilbake til Gud. Og det virket som hun kunne si til folket: "Mener du virkelig at du kan tro på en mann som ham, som stenger landene slik at det verken kommer regn eller dugg? Med all sin hykleri eller heksekunst, eller hva hun enn ville kalle det, er han bare en heks eller en spåmann. Han har lukket himmelen så det ikke regner, og får alle disse menneskene til å lide. Og du sier at det er Guds vilje?"
Det var Guds vilje!

No matter what, see, you must look at what… You must respect God regardless of what He does. He knows what He's doing. It did look bad. Children suffering, people suffering, cattle dying, sheep dying, no water nowhere. The nights was hot and sultry, the sun was as bright as brass in the skies through the daytime, for three years and six months. And Elijah sitting up on the mountain, said, "Not even dew will fall till I call for it." That's right. Oh, how they hated him!

Uansett hva som skjer, må du ha respekt for Gud. Han vet hva Han gjør. Det så virkelig ille ut: barn som led, mennesker som led, storfe og sauer som døde, og mangel på vann overalt. Nettene var varme og klamme, og solen sto som en brennende flamme på himmelen i tre år og seks måneder. Og Elia satt på fjellet og sa: "Ikke en duggdråpe skal falle før jeg ber om det." Det stemmer. Å, som de hatet ham!

And when Ahab found him, he said, "You're the one that's troubling Israel, are you?"
Old Elijah looked back in his face, said, "Nay, not me, but you're the one that's troubling Israel." That's right. See, even Ahab didn't have respects for him. And you know what Elijah told Ahab, said, "Because you shed the innocent blood of Naboth, so the dogs will lick your blood, too, in the street." And they did! Because they disrespected God's messenger. That's exactly right. They disrespected it.
Now, Miriam disrespected it. Aaron disrespected it.
No matter who you are, Christian or not Christian, you've got to still bring respects to God, and respect what He's doing, or suffer the consequence. It's either receive it or go into judgment, either one you want to.

Da Akab fant ham, sa han: "Det er du som volder Israel trøbbel, sant?"
Den gamle Elia så ham rett i øynene og svarte: "Nei, det er ikke meg, men du er den som volder Israel trøbbel." Det stemmer. Se, selv Akab hadde ingen respekt for ham. Og du vet hva Elia sa til Akab: "Fordi du har utøst uskyldig blod ved å drepe Nabot, skal hundene slikle ditt blod i gaten." Og det skjedde! Fordi de ikke respekterte Guds budbringer. Det er helt riktig. De manglet respekt.
Nå, Miriam viste mangel på respekt. Aron viste mangel på respekt.
Uansett hvem du er, kristen eller ikke, må du respektere Gud og det Han gjør, ellers vil du lide konsekvensene. Det er enten å motta det eller gå til dom, valget er ditt.

How I could stand with testimony, for hour after hour, of what I've seen in my lifetime, what I've seen in the other countries and other parts of the nations, and so forth---the things that's taken place. But to omit that, just so that you'll get the idea of what I'm trying to say to you, you must respect it. I've seen young people sit in the meeting, and snicker and laugh in a meeting, and less than twenty-four hours, be crushed into the streets. I've seen young people sit in a meeting, in one year when I was in a place, and next, maybe within six months, go back to the same place, and practically every one of them was gone, or laying stricken somewhere with diseases and things. That's right. You have to respect it.

Jeg kunne stå og vitne, time etter time, om hva jeg har sett i løpet av mitt liv, både i andre land og andre deler av nasjonen, og så videre—om de tingene som har skjedd. Men for å korte det ned, slik at du får tak i det jeg prøver å si, må du vise respekt.
Jeg har sett unge mennesker sitte under møtene og fnise og le, og innen tjuefire timer, ble de knust i gatene. Jeg har også sett unge mennesker sitte i et møte, og når jeg vendte tilbake til samme sted innen seks måneder, var nesten alle borte eller slått ut av sykdommer og lignende. Det er sant. Du må vise respekt.

I remember a certain young girl one night, Tennessee, when I was going out the door (preaching in a big Baptist church), was going out the door. And I felt led that night to call her to come to Christ. Well, she laughed in my face when I called her to come to Christ. She happened to be one of the deacon's daughters. And standing at the door that night, she waited for me. When I come out, she said, "I want you to know something right now, don't you never embarrass me like that again."
I said, "God was calling you."
She said, "Nonsense! I'm young," said, "I got plenty of time for that." Said, "My daddy's got enough religion for all of us at home."
I said, "Not enough for you, sister. Every one has to have their own religion."
She said, "If I want anybody to talk to me about that, I'll get somebody that's got some sense, not somebody like you."
I said, "Go, say what you wish to. It don't bother me, but someday you'll regret it."

Jeg husker en viss ung jente en kveld i Tennessee, da jeg var på vei ut døra etter å ha forkynt i en stor baptistmenighet. Jeg følte meg ledet til å kalle henne til Kristus den kvelden. Da jeg ropte henne til Kristus, lo hun meg rett i ansiktet. Hun var tilfeldigvis en av diakonens døtre. Hun ventet ved døra den kvelden. Da jeg kom ut, sa hun: "Jeg vil at du skal vite en ting: Ikke gjør meg flau slik igjen."
Jeg sa: "Gud kalte på deg."
Hun svarte: "Tull! Jeg er ung, jeg har god tid til det." Hun la til: "Min far har nok religion for oss alle hjemme."
Jeg sa: "Ikke nok for deg, søster. Alle må ha sin egen tro."
Hun svarte: "Hvis jeg vil at noen skal snakke til meg om det, vil jeg finne noen som har vett, ikke en som deg."
Jeg svarte: "Si hva du vil. Det bryr meg ikke, men en dag vil du angre det."

Not long after that, passed through the same city. Here she come down the street with her underskirts hanging down, slopping with a cigarette in her hand, and offered me a drink of whiskey. Same thing! And here's her testimony. She said, "You remember the night you called there?" Said, "That was the truth." She said, "The Spirit of God was testifying to me that night, trying to get me to come." And said, "Since then I could see my mother's soul fry in hell like a pancake, and laugh at it." That's what happens, see.
You've got to respect God. That's all. You've got to do it, brother. That's all. Jezebel disrespected it.

Kort tid etter gikk jeg gjennom den samme byen. Der kom hun nedover gaten med skjørtene hengende, røykende en sigarett, og tilbød meg en drink whiskey. Akkurat det samme igjen! Her er vitnesbyrdet hennes: Hun sa, "Husker du kvelden du kom dit?" Hun sa, "Det var sant." Hun sa, "Guds Ånd vitnet til meg den kvelden, og forsøkte å få meg til å komme." Hun fortsatte, "Siden da kunne jeg se min mors sjel steke i helvete som en pannekake, og lo av det." Slik går det, forstår du.
Du må ha respekt for Gud. Det er alt. Du må gjøre det, Bror. Dette er alt. Jezebel viste ingen respekt.

And remember another time, there was some irreverent children. They had been raised up in a home…
Elijah, after his days, of course, the people hated him because he called that famine in the land. There was some people had taught their children that "Elijah, a man like that, been translated and taken into heaven? He'd got killed somewhere, and they just buried him and hid him." They didn't believe it.
So Elisha took his place. Now he was the messenger of the day now, after Elijah had been taken up. So he passed down through a certain city, and the children, little children of that city, run out, making fun of him, said, "Say, you old baldhead, why didn't you go up like Elijah did?" See, they didn't believe Elijah went up. There it is. It wasn't the disrespecting the man; it was disrespecting his message. He was the successor to Elisha … to Elijah. He had the anointing, the spirit of Elijah was upon him. He went right up there and done the very same things that Elijah did. Hallelujah!
Jesus said, "He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also." Yes. "These signs shall follow them that believe."
They disrespected it. And they disrespected Elisha because he believed in Elijah, because the Spirit was upon him. And he turned around and smote the Jordan with his mantle, and opened up the Jordan, went up and done the same kind of miracles that Elijah did. And even all the preachers up there at the school of the prophets said, "The spirit of Elijah rests upon Elisha," noised abroad in the country.

Husk en annen gang, der noen respektløse barn oppførte seg upassende. De hadde vokst opp i et hjem hvor Elijah ble hatet av mange på grunn av hungersnøden han hadde forårsaket i landet. Foreldrene deres hadde lært dem at "Elijah, en mann som han, blitt tatt opp til himmelen? Nei, han ble drept, og de bare gravla og skjulte det." De trodde ikke på historien.
Så overtok Elisha etter Elijah. Nå var han dagens budbringer. Da han passerte gjennom en bestemt by, løp noen barn ut og gjorde narr av ham. De ropte, "Si, du gamle skallede, hvorfor gikk ikke du opp som Elijah gjorde?" De trodde ikke at Elijah hadde blitt tatt opp til himmelen. Saken var ikke bare respektløshet mot mannen, men også mot hans budskap. Han var Elishas etterfølger … Elijahs etterfølger, og hadde salvelsen og Elijahs ånd over seg. Han utførte de samme underverkene som Elijah gjorde. Halleluja!
Jesus sa, "Den som tror på Meg, de gjerninger Jeg gjør, skal han også gjøre." Ja. "Disse tegn skal følge dem som tror."
De viste mangel på respekt. De viste mangel på respekt mot Elisha fordi han trodde på Elijah, fordi Ånden var over ham. Elisha snudde seg og slo Jordan med sin kappe, og åpnet elven, og utførte samme type underverk som Elijah hadde gjort. Og til og med alle forkynnerne ved profetskolen sa, "Elijahs ånd hviler over Elisha," som spredte seg rundt om i landet.

And the people, I bet they laughed to one another, say, "Hey, hey, look, look there. That's a bunch of holy rollers, fanatics, saying that man went to heaven without dying, horses come down. We didn't see any." Certainly they didn't. Certainly not, they didn't. "We didn't see any horses. We didn't hear any chariots anywhere. Nonsense! The old fellow died and they buried him, and then they're trying to make a lot of to do over it."
Just like they'd say today, the same thing!
Like they said about Jesus, they said, "Why, they come and stole His body at nighttime." They even paid soldiers to testify that. But He raised from the dead!
And Elijah was took up in a chariot of fire, with horses of fire.

Jeg vedder på at folk lo av hverandre, og sa: "Se, se der! En gjeng religiøse fanatikere som sier at en mann dro til himmelen uten å dø, og at hester kom ned. Vi så ingen hester." Selvsagt gjorde de ikke det. "Vi hørte ingen vogner. Tull! Den gamle mannen døde, og de gravla ham. Nå prøver de bare å lage oppstyr."
Akkurat slik de ville sagt i dag. Det samme!
Akkurat som de sa om Jesus: "De kom og stjal Hans kropp om natten." De betalte til og med soldater for å vitne om det. Men Han sto opp fra de døde!
Og Elia ble tatt opp i en ildvogn, med ildhester.

And when this young prophet walked along there, going down through the city… And he had lost his hair, as a young man. He was going down, so these little children run behind him, said, "Hey, why didn't you go up with Elijah?" Said, "You old baldhead, you!" See? And they was giving disrespect. And what did Elisha do? He turned, in the power of the Spirit, and cursed those children. What happened? Two she-bears come from the woods and killed forty-two of them. Right. Disrespects, irreverent. You can't do that. You've got to respect God.

Da den unge profeten gikk gjennom byen... Han hadde mistet håret som ung mann. På vei nedover begynte noen barn å løpe etter ham og ropte, "Hei, hvorfor dro du ikke opp med Elia? Du gamle, skallede mann!" De viste ingen respekt. Hva gjorde Elisja? Han snudde seg, fylt av Åndens kraft, og forbannet barna. Hva skjedde? To bjørner kom fra skogen og drepte førtito av dem. Rett. Mangel på respekt og ærbødighet. Du kan ikke gjøre det. Du må respektere Gud.

If any of them kids had said now, if their father and mother had said, "Now, look, children, they say that Elijah was taken up. Now, we don't know about that, but, anyhow, I don't know whether it's so or not, but I tell you, the best thing to do is just don't say nothing about it. Just go ahead. When he passes… We hear he's coming down through the city today, going to have a street meeting up there. If he does, if you children on the road to school today, meet him, just say, 'How do you do, reverend? How do you do, sir?' or something like that. Speak to him."
But instead of that, no doubt they had been told at home… Oh, they heard Papa and Mama sit at the table and laughing at one another, saying, "What do you know! They said that old holy roller was taken up. Did you ever believe anything like that? And they say this little old baldheaded fellow (just as baldheaded as a pumpkin up there, he ain't over about thirty-five years old), and here he's coming down through there today, going to hold a street meeting. Expect us to believe such nonsense as that. Why, he isn't nothing but a little … just a mockery. That's all it is. Because, he won't come to our church, you see. Just like Elijah was, he won't come to our churches. He'll probably … some kind of a witchcraft, hoodoo, hoax that he's got, like Elijah." They didn't believe him. So, the little children was taught that at home.

Hvis noen av de barna hadde sagt, hvis deres far og mor hadde sagt, "Hør her, barn, de sier at Elia ble tatt opp. Nå, vi vet ikke om det er sant, men uansett, jeg vet ikke om det er sant eller ikke, men jeg skal fortelle dere, det beste å gjøre er å ikke si noe om det. Bare fortsett som vanlig. Når han passerer… Vi hører at han kommer gjennom byen i dag, skal ha et gate-møte der oppe. Hvis han gjør det, og dere møter ham på vei til skolen i dag, bare si, 'Hvordan har du det, pastor? Hvordan går det, sir?' eller noe slikt. Snakk til ham."
Men i stedet for det, uten tvil hadde de blitt fortalt hjemme… Åh, de hørte pappa og mamma sitte ved bordet og le av hverandre, siende, "Hva vet du! De sa at den gamle hellighets-rulleren ble tatt opp. Har du noen gang trodd på noe sånt? Og de sier denne lille gamle skallede fyren (like skallet som et gresskar der oppe, han er ikke mer enn omtrent trettifem år gammel), og her kommer han ned gjennom der i dag, skal holde et gate-møte. Forventer at vi skal tro på slike tull. Han er ikke annet enn en liten… en latterliggjøring. Det er alt det er. Fordi han ikke vil komme til vår menighet, ser du. Akkurat som Elia, han vil ikke komme til våre menigheter. Han kommer sikkert med en slags heksekunst, hoodoo, bedrag som han har, som Elia." De trodde ikke på ham. Så, de små barna ble lært det hjemme.

If they'd been taught reverence and respect, they'd have walked out there before that prophet of God and asked for prayer for themselves.
But they had been taught to snicker and laugh, and to make fun. About like the children of today, too many of them today would make fun at a street meeting. They'd make fun at the preaching of the gospel.
So, Elijah cursed them, in the name of the Lord. Not because of the children, but because of the irreverent parents that had brought the children up that way to disrespect God. Two she-bears come out and killed forty-two of them. Now, that's irreverence. God demands respect! When they disrespected His prophet, they disrespected Him. No matter if they didn't believe, they ought to have kept their mouth shut, stay away from it. But, no, they had to put in their nickel's worth. They had to say something that they ought not have said. And what happened to them?

Hvis barna hadde blitt lært ærbødighet og respekt, ville de ha gått fram til Guds profet og bedt om forbønn. Men de var opplært til å fnise, le og gjøre narr. Akkurat som mange barn i dag som gjør narr av gatemøter og forkynnelsen av evangeliet.
Elia forbannet dem i Herrens navn, ikke på grunn av barna, men på grunn av de respektløse foreldrene som hadde lært dem å vise forakt for Gud. To binnebjørner kom ut og drepte førtito av dem. Det er respektløshet. Gud krever respekt! Når de viste mangel på respekt for Hans profet, viste de mangel på respekt for Ham. Selv om de ikke trodde, burde de ha tiet stille og holdt seg unna.
Men nei, de måtte komme med en kommentar. De måtte si noe de ikke burde ha sagt. Og hva skjedde med dem?

Let's take some people who did respect it. Let's take the Shunammite woman, to the same prophet, Elijah. She was actually not an Israelite. She was from Shunem, but she believed in God. And she seen this man pass through the town, heard him speak, she seen the signs that he done.
It's told in history---I don't know whether it's true or not---that one day a bunch of wild dogs was trying to catch a little girl. Now, this isn't Scripture, it's just a story that I read. And said the Shunammite woman was standing on the corner, and she saw that these dogs was going to kill this little girl. And this holy man was passing through town, and he raised up his staff to God, and cried out for mercy for them little children like that, and the dogs turned and went away from them. Whether it was so or not, sounds like it could be, I don't know.

La oss se på noen mennesker som virkelig respekterte det. La oss ta kvinnen fra Sunem, som møtte den samme profeten, Elia. Hun var faktisk ikke israelitt, men kom fra Sunem og trodde på Gud. Hun så denne mannen passere gjennom byen, hørte ham tale og så tegnene han utførte.
I historien fortelles det—jeg vet ikke om det er sant eller ikke—at en dag forsøkte en flokk ville hunder å angripe en liten jente. Dette er ikke fra Skriften; det er bare en historie jeg leste. Det sies at kvinnen fra Sunem sto på hjørnet og så at hundene var i ferd med å drepe den lille jenta. Denne hellige mannen passerte gjennom byen, løftet sin stav mot Gud og ba om nåde for de små barna. Hunderne snudde og gikk vekk. Om det er sant eller ei, vet jeg ikke, men det virker som det kunne være mulig.

But, anyhow, this woman said … when … the Bible… When she perceived that this was a holy man, she perceived something had happened. She seen what he was, and perceived that he was a holy man from God. And, instead of disrespecting him like Jezebel did, she respected him. She said to her husband, "We are well able to do this. I pray thee, let's build him a little house out here somewhere. Let's give him a little place, for he's weary. I've watched him. He's getting old, and I notice his gray hair as it hung down in his beard, his little old staff, his little skinny arms as he walked along, the little flabby arms, like that. And here he come walking along, packing a little cruse of oil on his side, with a piece of sheepskin wrapped around him, in the hot sun, his body looked scorched and red. And I pray thee, let's make him a little station, to stop here. Let's get the contractor and come out here and build him a little place, and put him up, because I perceive that his spirit, by his spirit, he's a holy man. He's a man of God." Oh, oh, what a difference!

Denne kvinnen sa, når hun forsto at dette var en hellig mann, at hun hadde merket noe spesielt med ham. Hun så hvem han var og erkjente at han var en hellig mann sendt av Gud. I stedet for å vise ham manglende respekt, slik Jezebel gjorde, respekterte hun ham. Hun sa til sin ektemann: "Vi har midlene til å gjøre dette. Jeg ber deg, la oss bygge et lite hus til ham her et sted. La oss gi ham et sted å bo, for han er sliten. Jeg har sett ham, og han blir gammel. Jeg har lagt merke til hans grå hår som henger ned i skjegget, hans lille stav, de tynne armene som fløt flabby når han gikk rundt. Og her kommer han gående, med en liten krukke med olje på siden, innpakket i et stykke sauehud i den varme solen. Kroppen hans så solbrent og rød ut. Jeg ber deg, la oss lage en liten stasjon for ham her. La oss få en entreprenør til å bygge et lite sted for ham, for jeg merker gjennom hans ånd at han er en hellig mann. Han er en Guds mann." Å, for en forskjell!

Now, her husband agreed. He might have said, "Darling, I have noticed that man, too. I've listened at him, I've watched him, I've seen his works. I know he's a holy man of God. So we'll just do that." So they called the contractor and built him a nice little place, and put him a little bed there to rest, so he could lay down and rest. Fixed him a place to wash his feet, got some water and things, and fixed it in there.
And when the prophet came by, of course, that blessed his soul to see that something had been done for him. He said to Gehazi, "Go call her, and ask her what could I do for her. Could I speak to the king, to the chief captain?"
She said, "I dwell among my people, and there's nothing I have need of."
But Gehazi said, "She has no children. And her husband is well stricken in age. He's old. They have no children."
Then I'd imagine, Elijah laying there on this little bed that she had blessed him by making, had his feet all washed, and his beard's all washed out, and things, laying there, no doubt but what he seen the vision of the Lord, because they always did that. So he said, "Go, call her, and tell her to stand here before me." Oh, my! "Go, call her, because she has respected God. Go, tell her to come here."
When she stood in the door, he said, "Thus saith the Lord. About this time next year, you'll bear a baby." And about that time next year, she had the baby.

Hennes mann var enig. Han kunne ha sagt: "Kjære, jeg har også lagt merke til den mannen. Jeg har lyttet til ham, observert ham og sett hans gjerninger. Jeg vet at han er en hellig mann av Gud. Så vi gjør det." De kalte inn en entreprenør, bygde et koselig lite rom for ham, og satte inn en seng så han kunne hvile. De ordnet også med et sted hvor han kunne vaske føttene sine, og skaffet vann og nødvendige ting.
Da profeten kom forbi, ble han selvsagt velsignet av å se at noe var gjort for ham. Han sa til Gehazi: "Gå og kall henne, spør hva jeg kan gjøre for henne. Skal jeg snakke med kongen eller hærføreren for henne?"
Hun svarte: "Jeg bor blant mine egne folk, og jeg mangler ingenting."
Men Gehazi sa: "Hun har ingen barn, og hennes mann er gammel. De har ingen barn."
Jeg forestiller meg at Elia, liggende på den lille sengen hun hadde laget for ham, fikk vasket føttene og skjegget, og så visjonen fra Herren, som de alltid gjorde. Så sa han: "Gå og kall henne, og si at hun skal stå her foran meg."
Da hun sto i døren, sa han: "Så sier Herren: Omtrent på denne tiden neste år, vil du få en baby." Og omtrent på denne tiden året etter, fikk hun en baby.

Then Satan… When he got to be about twelve years old, his father had him out in the field one day, and Satan said, "I'll get rid of that child," so he just give him a sunstroke. And he died in his mother's arms.
Did that discourage her? No, sir. She said, "Saddle a mule, and go forward, don't stop. Go up to Mount Carmel, to the mountain, because he just passed through here the other day." Oh, oh, oh, my! There you are. That's respect. That's respect.
And her husband said, "You're going to the man of God." Said, "It's neither new moon or sabbath, he won't be up there in his…"
She said, "All will be well, just saddle the mule and let me go on." And so away they went.

Da Satan... Da han var rundt tolv år gammel, tok faren ham ut på markene en dag. Satan sa, "Jeg skal bli kvitt det barnet," og ga ham et solstikk. Han døde i morens armer.
Ble hun motløs av det? Nei, sir. Hun sa, "Sal en muldyr og fortsett, stopp ikke. Dra opp til Karmel-fjellet, til fjellet, for han var nettopp her forleden dag." Å, å, å, min gode! Der har du det. Det er respekt. Det er respekt.
Hennes mann sa, "Du skal til Guds mann." Han sa, "Det er verken nymåne eller sabbat, han vil ikke være der oppe."
Hun sa, "Alt vil være vel, bare sal muldyret og la meg dra." Og så dro de av sted.

And they got up into the mountain. And when old Elijah looked out of the cave, and he come out there and looked at him, said, "This looks like that Shunammite woman coming." Said, "She must be grieved." He said, "Go meet her." And said, "She's grieved in her heart, and God's never told me nothing about it."
See, God don't have to tell you everything, see, so He don't even tell His prophets everything. He just does what He wants to do, He's God.

De gikk opp i fjellet. Da den gamle Elia kikket ut av hulen, så han noe og sa: "Det ser ut som den kvinnen fra Sjunem kommer." Han fortsatte: "Hun må være bedrøvet. Gå og møt henne." Han sa også: "Hun er bedrøvet i sitt hjerte, og Gud har ikke fortalt meg noe om det."
Se, Gud trenger ikke å fortelle deg alt; Han forteller ikke engang alt til sine profeter. Han gjør bare det Han ønsker, for Han er Gud.

Now, Elijah said, "God…" What if Elijah said this, "Why didn't You tell me why she's coming? Why didn't You tell me all about it?" He'd have never seen a thing. But it was all right with Elijah, whatever it was.
And what if she would have come up and said … she'd say, "You said you was a servant of God? You hypocrite! I do believe you ain't nothing but a holy roller"? It'd never've happened, see. God tries us sometimes, see what we'll do.

Elia sa: "Gud...". Hva om Elia hadde sagt: "Hvorfor fortalte Du meg ikke hvorfor hun kommer? Hvorfor fortalte Du meg ikke alt om det?" Da ville han aldri ha sett noe. Men det var i orden for Elia, uansett hva det var.
Og hva om hun hadde kommet opp og sagt: "Du sier at du er en tjener av Gud? Hykler! Jeg tror faktisk at du ikke er noe annet enn en 'hellig ruller'?" Da ville ingenting ha skjedd. Gud prøver oss noen ganger for å se hva vi vil gjøre.

So, instead of that, she run right up to his feet and worshipped, like she was to God. And she said … and she revealed to him what was the matter. And Elijah said, "Take my staff and go lay it on the child."
And when he did, the woman said, "As the Lord God liveth, and your soul never dies [oh, my], thou servant of God, I'll not leave you. I'm going to stay here till God sends the vision." Old Elijah stayed there a little while longer, girded up his loins, and took his staff and here he went.
He went into the room where that baby was laying, a dead baby. Walked up and down the floor, like that, a few times. Because of a reverent woman, a woman that respected him, a man that respected him, and believed him to be a man of God, he walked back and forth up and down the floor until God answered. Amen. Then he laid hisself upon the baby and it sneezed seven times, and picked it up and give it to the mother. Walked on out, back up to the cave he went. Because she respected the man of God! Amen. God demands respect.

I stedet for å nøle, løp hun rett til føttene hans og tilba ham, som om han var Gud. Hun fortalte ham hva som var galt. Elia sa: "Ta staven min og legg den på barnet."
Kvinnen svarte: "Så sant Herren Gud lever, og din sjel aldri dør, du Guds tjener, jeg forlater deg ikke. Jeg blir her til Gud sender synet." Elia ble værende litt lenger, bandt opp kjortelen sin, tok staven og dro av gårde.
Han gikk inn i rommet hvor barnet lå død. Han vandret frem og tilbake over gulvet flere ganger. På grunn av en ærbødig kvinne, en kvinne som respekterte ham, en mann som respekterte ham og trodde at han var en Guds mann, vandret han frem og tilbake til Gud svarte. Deretter la han seg på barnet, som nøs syv ganger og våknet. Han tok barnet og ga det til moren, før han gikk tilbake til hulen sin. Fordi hun respekterte en Guds mann! Amen. Gud krever respekt.

What about Martha? She was always thinking about fixing Jesus a good dinner. Mary wanted to hear the Word of God, so she just sat around and listened at Him. She didn't care whether the pillow cases was changed, or whether the curtains was dusted, or whether they had anything to eat or not, she just wanted to hear what Jesus was going to say. But Martha always wanted to cook Him a good dinner, and be sure that the chair was made soft and it was set just right, and everything was cleaned up like that. But she wanted to do something for Jesus in her way; and Mary wanted to do it in her way. But one day when Lazarus come… Many people talk against Martha, said she ought to've been more interested. Oh, no, just a moment. See, there come a time for Martha to show hers. And then when Jesus… When Lazarus died, her brother, she sent for Him to come pray for him. He did not come. He ignored the call. He went on somewhere else. She sent again. He still ignored the call.

Hva med Marta? Hun var alltid opptatt med å lage en god middag til Jesus. Maria ønsket å høre Guds Ord, så hun satt bare og lyttet til Ham. Hun brydde seg ikke om putetrekkene var byttet, gardinene var støvet, eller om de hadde noe å spise, hun ville bare høre hva Jesus skulle si. Men Marta ville alltid lage en god middag til Ham, sørge for at stolen var myk og satt riktig, og at alt var ryddig. Hun ønsket å gjøre noe for Jesus på sin måte, og Maria på sin måte. Men en dag da Lasarus kom… Mange taler negativt om Marta og mener hun burde vært mer interessert. Å, nei, bare et øyeblikk. Det kom en tid da Marta kunne vise sitt. Og da Lasarus døde, hennes bror, sendte hun bud på Jesus for å be for ham. Han kom ikke. Han ignorerte kallet. Han dro et annet sted. Hun sendte bud igjen. Han ignorerte fortsatt kallet.

But when finally He come, seemed like now that she could have walked out to Him and said, "Why didn't you come? Why didn't you come when I called you? My brother was laying there, sick. We've left our church, we left our organization, we done everything to follow your message because we did believe that you were a man of God. But how could a man of God… ? And we two orphaned … three orphaned children here, three orphaned people, and our livelihood was making tapestries for that temple. We was members there, our mother and father was members there. But because that you hoaxed us into a thing, to believing this what you're trying to teach, saying that you're a son of God and a prophet sent from God, and these things… How can we ever believe you, a man that wouldn't even listen to me when I called for You? When I was in need and had need of you, you ignored my message and went on. And I sent again, and you still ignored it. Why did you do a thing like that?" If she'd have done that, the story would have been different tonight.

Men da Han endelig kom, virket det som om hun kunne ha gått ut til Ham og sagt: "Hvorfor kom du ikke? Hvorfor kom du ikke da jeg ropte etter deg? Min bror lå der syk. Vi forlot vår menighet, vi forlot vår organisasjon, vi gjorde alt for å følge ditt budskap fordi vi trodde at du var en Guds mann. Men hvordan kan en Guds mann…? Og her står vi igjen, tre foreldreløse barn, tre foreldreløse mennesker, og vår levevei var å lage veggtepper til tempelet. Vi var medlemmer der, vår mor og far var medlemmer der. Men fordi du lurte oss med i dette, til å tro det du prøvde å lære, og sa at du var en Guds Sønn og en profet sendt fra Gud, og disse tingene… Hvordan kan vi noensinne tro deg, en mann som ikke engang ville høre på meg da jeg ropte på Deg? Da jeg trengte Deg og hadde behov for Deg, ignorerte du min melding og gikk videre. Og jeg sendte igjen, og du ignorerte det fortsatt. Hvorfor gjorde du en slik ting?" Hvis hun hadde gjort det, ville historien vært annerledes i kveld.

What did she do? She run right straight to where He was, fell down at His feet and said, "Lord, if thou would have been here, my brother would not have died." Oh, there you are. What was she doing? She was respecting. She was in the presence of God, and she respected Him. She called Him her Lord. "Lord, if thou would have been here." (Not, "I sent for you!" That was all forgotten.) "Now you're here, see. If you would have been here, my brother would not have died."
He said, "Thy brother shall rise again."
"Oh," she said, "yes, Lord, I know he'll raise again in the last day."
And He said, "But I am the resurrection and life. He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. Whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die."
"I believe, Lord, that thou art the Son of God that was to come into the world. And even now, Lord…" Oh! "Even now!" Not, "Lord, you ought to have done this and you ought to have done that! But, "Even now, whatever you ask God, God will give it to you." That's it.

Hva gjorde hun? Hun løp rett bort til hvor Han var, falt ned ved Hans føtter og sa: "Herre, hvis Du hadde vært her, hadde min bror ikke dødd." Der har du det. Hva gjorde hun? Hun viste respekt. Hun var i Guds nærvær, og hun respekterte Ham. Hun kalte Ham sin Herre. "Herre, hvis Du hadde vært her." (Ikke: "Jeg sendte bud på Deg!" Det var alt glemt.) "Nå er Du her, ser Du. Hvis Du hadde vært her, hadde min bror ikke dødd."
Han sa: "Din bror skal stå opp igjen."
"Åh," sa hun, "ja, Herre, jeg vet at han vil stå opp på den siste dag."
Og Han sa: "Men Jeg er oppstandelsen og livet. Den som tror på Meg, om han enn dør, skal han leve. Hver den som lever og tror på Meg, skal aldri dø."
"Jeg tror, Herre, at Du er Guds Sønn som skulle komme til verden. Og likevel nå, Herre..." Åh! "Likevel nå!" Ikke: "Herre, Du burde ha gjort dette og Du burde ha gjort det!" Men: "Likevel nå, hva enn Du ber Gud om, vil Gud gi Deg." Det er det.

What if we could say that to someone tonight, "Oh, my brother, I believe that what you ask God, God gives it to you."? The same results would come.
But no matter how much He was, if He was… And we know He was the Son of God. If she had disrespected it, it would've never worked. That was from her heart. She said, "Even now, Lord, whatever you ask God, God would give it to you." That's it. That's it. From her heart, she believed it. If He would have took a hunting trip or a fishing trip, that wouldn't have made no difference to her.

Hva om vi kunne sagt dette til noen i kveld: "Å, min bror, jeg tror at det du ber Gud om, gir Gud deg."? Vi ville fått de samme resultatene.
Men uansett hvor mye Han var, om Han var... Og vi vet at Han var Guds Sønn. Hvis hun hadde vist mangel på respekt, ville det aldri fungert. Dette kom fra hjertet hennes. Hun sa, "Selv nå, Herre, hva enn Du ber Gud om, gir Gud det til Deg." Det er alt. Fra hjertet trodde hun på det. Om Han hadde dratt på jakt eller fisketur, ville det ikke utgjort noen forskjell for henne.

No, if Elijah had went on a hunting trip or went somewhere, it'd made no difference to the Shunammite woman. She still believed him to be a man of God. Sure. No matter what he did, he was still the man of God to her, because she had seen God moving in his life.
And to Martha, no matter what taken place, she had seen what God did for him. She said, "Even now, Lord, whatever you ask God, God will give it to you." Ah, there you are.
He said, "Thy brother shall rise again." And so He said, "Where have you buried him?" And they went down to the grave. And He called Lazarus from the grave, after being dead for four days. Why? Because Lazarus' sister respected what He was.

Hadde Elia dratt på jakt eller reist bort, ville det ikke utgjort noen forskjell for kvinnen fra Sunem. Hun trodde fortsatt at han var en Guds mann. Uansett hva han gjorde, var han fortsatt en Guds mann for henne, fordi hun hadde sett Gud virke i hans liv.
For Marta var det det samme. Uansett hva som hadde skjedd, hadde hun sett hva Gud gjorde gjennom Ham. Hun sa: "Selv nå, Herre, hva du enn ber Gud om, vil Gud gi deg." Der ser du.
Han sa: "Din bror skal oppstå igjen." Og så sa Han: "Hvor har dere gravlagt ham?" De gikk til graven, og Han kalte på Lazarus som hadde vært død i fire dager. Hvorfor? Fordi Lazarus' søster respekterte hva Han var.

If you can't respect the man, respect the office he holds in God. That's exactly right, see, respect him. If a minister comes up, your pastor, always respect him. I've heard congregations talk about their pastor, just talk about him, run him down, ridicule him. How is that pastor ever going to do anything for you? He can't do it. You don't re… I don't say this church, but I mean churches I have seen, that if… You've got to love your pastor. You've got to know that he's a human being, but yet God has made him His pastor. The Holy Ghost has made him overseer, then you've got to respect him in that manner. And no matter what the pastor's done, if you respect him in your heart, as God's servant, God will respect you for doing it.
"He that receiveth me, receiveth him that sent me," Jesus said. "He that don't receive me, can't receive him." See, they said God was their Father; He said, "Your father's the devil."
So, you see, you've got to respect it and believe it, believe that He is. Yes, Martha believed it.

Hvis du ikke kan respektere mannen, respekter stillingen han har i Gud. Det er helt riktig. Respekter ham. Når en forkynner, din pastor, kommer opp, skal du alltid respektere ham. Jeg har hørt menigheter snakke nedlatende om sin pastor, baktale og latterliggjøre ham. Hvordan skal den pastoren noen gang kunne gjøre noe for deg? Han kan ikke. Jeg sier ikke at det gjelder denne menigheten, men jeg har sett det i andre menigheter. Du må elske din pastor. Du må forstå at han er et menneske, men likevel har Gud gjort ham til Sin pastor. Den Hellige Ånd har gjort ham til tilsynsmann, og derfor må du respektere ham på den måten. Uansett hva pastoren har gjort, hvis du respekterer ham i ditt hjerte som Guds tjener, vil Gud respektere deg for det.
«Den som tar imot meg, tar imot Ham som har sendt meg,» sa Jesus. «Den som ikke tar imot meg, kan ikke ta imot Ham.» De sa at Gud var deres Far; Han sa, «Deres far er djevelen.»
Du må altså respektere det og tro det, tro at Han er. Ja, Martha trodde det.

And that's one little thing I hit on this morning, that Syrophenician woman that time when she come up. Look how she was turned down, bitterly. There He was, a Jew; she was a Gentile. And she run up to Him. She didn't know how to approach Him, but she had a need, and she knowed that He was that Son of God. She believed it. If God would answer his prayer for others, He'd answer prayer for her. And she knowed what He said was the Word of God. If it was the Word of God for the Jews, it was the Word of God for the Gentiles, too, whatever He said. And Jesus give her a trial. She said, "Lord, have mercy!" Now watch. No, she said, "Thou Son of David," because she had heard the Jews saying, "Thou Son of David." Now, He wasn't Son of David to her, see. She said "Thou Son of David!" That would have been the way a Jew would have approached it. Because she had heard the rest of them, she tried to come like they did, because she was trying to find respects. She was trying to show her respect. And she wasn't just making out; Jesus would've knowed if it was. No, He'd have knowed it.

I dag tidlig reflekterte jeg over den syrofønikiske kvinnen som kom til Jesus. Se hvordan hun ble avvist, bittert. Der var Han, en jøde, og hun en hedning. Hun kom til Ham uten å vite hvordan hun skulle nærme seg, men hun hadde et behov, og hun visste at Han var Guds Sønn. Hun trodde på det. Hvis Gud ville svare på Han bønn for andre, ville Han svare på bønn for henne også. Hun visste at det Han sa var Guds Ord. Hvis det var Guds Ord for jødene, var det også Guds Ord for hedninger, uansett hva Han sa.
Jesus ga henne en prøvelse. Hun sa: "Herre, miskunn Deg!" Men legg merke til hva hun først sa: "Du Davids Sønn," fordi hun hadde hørt jødene si det. Men Han var ikke Davids Sønn for henne. Hun brukte en tilnærmingsmåte hun hadde sett jødene bruke, fordi hun ønsket å vise respekt. Hun prøvde ikke bare å late som; Jesus ville ha visst det. Han ville ha visst det.

So as she come up, she said, "Thou Son of David, have mercy upon my daughter, because she's variously vexed with a devil."
He turned and looked at her, and said, "It's not meet for me to take the children's bread and cast it to the dogs." Whew! Wasn't that one? That was one! Not only turned her down on her request, but called her a dog. That's right. And a dog is one of the lowest names the Bible has, you know. So He said, "Not meet for me to take the children's bread and cast it to the dogs."
She said, "That's truth, Lord." Lord, then she got it. He was no Son of David to her, but He was Lord. Said, "True, Lord. That's right, but the children eat the scraps under the…" Or, I mean, "… the dogs eat the scraps under the master's table." That got it. That was it. That was the respect.
Jesus turned to her, said, "Great is your faith. Now go home, you're going to find your daughter just as you have believed." That's it. Why? It was her approach.

Da hun kom frem, sa hun: "Du Davids Sønn, ha miskunn med min datter, for hun er hardt plaget av en ond ånd."
Han snudde seg og så på henne, og sa: "Det er ikke rett å ta barnas brød og kaste det til hundene." Wow! For en kommentar! Ikke bare avviste Han hennes bønn, men kalte henne også en hund. Det er riktig. Og en hund er et av de laveste navnene i Bibelen, vet du. Han sa: "Det er ikke rett å ta barnas brød og kaste det til hundene."
Hun sa: "Det er sant, Herre." Herre, da forstod hun det. Han var ikke Davids Sønn for henne, men Han var Herre. Hun sa: "Sant, Herre. Det er riktig, men hundene spiser smulene som faller fra deres herres bord." Det var nøkkelen. Det var respekt.
Jesus vendte seg mot henne og sa: "Stor er din tro. Gå hjem, du vil finne din datter som du har trodd." Det var det. Hvorfor? Det var hennes tilnærming.

What if she'd have turned around and said… He turned around, said, "It's not meet for me to take…" In other words, "It's not proper."
Say a Catholic come up and say, "Oh, Brother Branham, I know God hears your prayers for these people here. Will you pray for me?"
And I'd say, "Well, it's not right for me to take these children's time up here. I'm here to pray for these Pentecostals, not for you bunch of Catholics," see. What would she have said? Oh, man, I imagine she'd have stomped out of here like everything, see.
But she turned and she said, "That's true, Lord. That's true, Lord. But we're willing, the dogs are willing to eat the scraps under the master's table."
See, that caught Him right quick. He turned and said, "Great is your faith." And then we find another case. See, it was her approach, her respects. She was respecting God as she respected Him.

Tenk om hun hadde snudd seg og sagt… Han snudde seg og sa, "Det er ikke rett for meg å ta…" Med andre ord, "Det er ikke passende."
Tenk deg at en katolikk kommer bort og sier, "Å, Bror Branham, jeg vet Gud hører dine bønner for disse menneskene her. Vil du be for meg?"
Og jeg ville sagt, "Vel, det er ikke riktig av meg å ta opp disse barnas tid her. Jeg er her for å be for pinsevennene, ikke for dere katolikker," se. Hva ville hun ha sagt? Å, jeg antar hun ville ha stormet ut herfra, se.
Men hun snudde seg og sa, "Det er sant, Herre. Det er sant, Herre. Men selv hundene er villige til å spise smulene som faller fra deres herres bord."
Se, det fanget Ham med en gang. Han snudde seg og sa, "Stor er din tro." Og så finner vi et annet tilfelle. Se, det var hennes tilnærming, hennes respekt. Hun respekterte Gud slik hun respekterte Ham.

So we find one time there was a Roman, and he was a great man, and he loved the Jews. And he had a servant that was sick. Hisself, he didn't feel worthy to go ask Jesus.
See, you always want to feel a lot littler than what you are. Don't never be big in your own sight, see. Now, if you're big, let somebody else say it about you, see.
But now when you, this woman … or this man, rather, he said he was a Roman centurion and he had a sick servant, so he sent to get this sick servant healed. And Jesus said, "I'll come heal him."

Det var en gang en romersk mann som var en betydningsfull person og elsket jødene. Han hadde en tjener som var syk, men mannen selv følte seg ikke verdig til å gå til Jesus og be om hjelp.
Se, du bør alltid føle deg mindre enn det du er. Ikke vær stor i egne øyne. Hvis du virkelig er stor, la noen andre si det om deg.
Denne mannen, en romersk centurion, hadde en syk tjener, og han ønsket å få denne tjeneren helbredet. Jesus sa: "Jeg skal komme og helbrede ham."

So on his road the Roman seen Him coming. I imagine he said, "Oh, my, here comes that holy one. Here comes that holy one. Well, I'm a no-account Gentile. I'm a Roman centurion. I'm a general … or, an officer. I'm really not a Jew, I have no right for that holy man to come." See the respect? See? "I don't have the right to have that holy servant of God come to my house."
Saw Him come to the door, and he called Him, said, "Lord, I'm not worthy that You'd come under my roof." Probably had a palace of a home, a centurion. Said, "I'm not worthy that You'd come under my roof. And I didn't think myself worthy to even come to You, so I sent some of your own blessed people, the Jews. But I have a servant here that's very sick." And he said, "I'm a man under authority." Said, "I say to this soldier, 'You go,' and he goes. I say to this one, 'You come,' and he comes."

På veien ser den romerske offiseren Ham komme. Jeg forestiller meg at han sa: "Å, her kommer den hellige. Vel, jeg er bare en uviktig hedning. Jeg er en romersk centurion, en offiser. Jeg er ikke jøde, jeg har ingen rett til at denne hellige mannen skal komme til meg." Ser du respekten? "Jeg har ingen rett til at denne hellige Guds tjener skal komme til mitt hus."
Da han så Ham nærme seg døren, ropte han: "Herre, jeg er ikke verdig til at Du kommer inn under mitt tak." Centurionen hadde sannsynligvis et praktfullt hjem. Han sa: "Jeg er ikke verdig til at Du kommer inn under mitt tak. Og jeg syntes ikke selv jeg var verdig til å komme til Deg, så jeg sendte noen av Dine egne velsignede mennesker, jødene. Men jeg har en tjener her som er svært syk." Han fortsatte: "Jeg er en mann med myndighet. Jeg sier til denne soldaten: 'Gå,' og han går. Jeg sier til denne: 'Kom,' og han kommer."

What did he say there? "I know that You have all power. You can say to this disease, 'Go,' and it goes. And you can say to this one, 'Come,' and it would come." See, he recognized. And as he had authority over these soldiers, so Jesus had authority over all sickness and diseases. "Only thing you have to do, Lord, is just speak the word." That's it! "Just speak the word, my servant will live."
Jesus stopped, turned around to them Jews, said, "I haven't found faith like that over in Israel."
He said, "It's all right with your servant." Amen. Why? Because he respected it. He respected Jesus Christ who was the God of heaven.

Hva sa han der? "Jeg vet at Du har all makt. Du kan si til denne sykdommen, 'Gå,' og den går. Og Du kan si til denne, 'Kom,' og den kommer." Han anerkjente Jesu autoritet. På samme måte som han hadde autoritet over sine soldater, hadde Jesus autoritet over all sykdom og plage. "Det eneste Du trenger å gjøre, Herre, er å bare si Ordet." Det er alt! "Bare si Ordet, og min tjener vil leve."
Jesus stoppet, snudde seg til jødene og sa: "Jeg har ikke funnet slik tro i hele Israel."
Og Jesus sa: "Det er i orden med din tjener." Amen. Hvorfor? Fordi han respekterte det. Han respekterte Jesus Kristus, som er Himlens Gud.

Now, I guess it's getting late. I just want to say one more thing. Is this: all those great respects, and so forth, but today, somehow, it's different. God can do something today, and people will laugh at it. I believe that we'd have been different today, about forty years ago when the Holy Ghost first begin to fall, but what'd the people do? Locked up the preachers, called them holy rollers. Went out on the… Wouldn't even feed them in the cities, and everything like that; and they broke corn on the railroad tracks, to live by. What did they do? They had another forty years, the church has, suffering, went through everything. Two wars in that much time, see, it's killed off thousands of them---when she had probably done been gone home.

Nå begynner det å bli sent. Jeg vil bare si en siste ting. Alt den respekten og så videre, men i dag er det på en eller annen måte annerledes. Gud kan gjøre noe i dag, og folk ler av det. Jeg tror at vi hadde vært annerledes for rundt førti år siden da Den Hellige Ånd først begynte å falle. Men hva gjorde folk? De sperret inn forkynnerne og kalte dem hellige rullere. De nektet til og med å gi dem mat i byene og slike ting; de gikk ut på... De måtte bryte mais på jernbanesporene for å overleve. Hva skjedde? Menigheten har hatt ytterligere førti år med lidelse og har gått gjennom alt mulig. To kriger på den tiden har tatt livet av tusenvis - når hun kanskje allerede kunne ha vært hjemme.

Now, what would have taken place, when God began to pour out the Holy Ghost upon the church in the last days, what would have happened twenty-five years ago when He began to send down His signs and wonders and miracles, what would have taken place if the people would have all rallied over it? What did they do? They said, "It's hoodoo, it's hypnotism, he's a mental telepathist, he's this, that, or the other." What if all the nation would have went together and said, "Blessed be the name of the Lord"? What if the Methodists, and Baptists, and Presbyterians, and all, would have joined hands together and said, "Thank God, here's what we've looked for. The Holy Ghost is being poured out. Why, here's men who sees visions, here's prophets among us, here is all these great gifts here, speakers with tongues, here's divine healers, here's everything is being poured out upon us. Thanks be to God! It come through a humble little bunch called Pentecostals. Let's all go back to the Bible again. Let's go back, brethren, break up our organizations, and all be one brother"? The great churches all together would have come together, what would have happened? Brother, there wouldn't even had need of a hospital in the land today. That's right. No, there'd have been such powerful great gifts and wonders working amongst the people, there'd've been such a respect, and perhaps the church would done been gone home and the millennium would've been on.

Hva ville ha skjedd når Gud begynte å utøse Den Hellige Ånd over menigheten i de siste dager? Hva ville ha skjedd for tjuefem år siden da Han begynte å sende ned Sine tegn, under og mirakler? Hva ville ha skjedd hvis folket hadde samlet seg rundt det? Hva gjorde de? De sa: "Det er tull, det er hypnose, han er mentaltelepatist, han er dette, det eller det andre." Hva om hele nasjonen hadde gått sammen og sagt: "Velsignet være Herrens navn"? Hva om metodistene, baptistene, presbyterianerne og alle sammen hadde holdt hverandre i hendene og sagt: "Takk Gud, her er det vi har ventet på. Den Hellige Ånd blir utøst. Her er menn som ser visjoner, her er profeter blant oss, her er alle disse store gavene, tungetalere, guddommelige helbredere, alt blir utøst over oss. Takk være Gud! Det kom gjennom en ydmyk liten gruppe kalt pinsevenner. La oss alle gå tilbake til Bibelen igjen. La oss gå tilbake, brødre, bryte opp våre organisasjoner, og alle være én bror." Hvis de store menighetene hadde kommet sammen, hva ville ha skjedd? Bror, vi ville ikke trengt sykehus i dag. Det er riktig. Nei, det ville ha vært så mektige gaver og under som virket blant folket, det ville ha vært en slik respekt, og kanskje ville menigheten allerede ha blitt hentet hjem og tusenårsriket ville ha vært i gang.

But, no, they disrespected it. They called them holy rollers. The newspapers waited to say every slandering, dirty thing they could, and put every dirty slang to it they could do it, and things like that, and churches hee-hawed and laughed at it, and made fun of them, and turned them away and tried to keep them out of the cities, and everything else, with disrespect. Now, I could say a lot about that, but it's getting late.

Men nei, de behandlet det respektløst. De kalte dem hellige rullere. Avisene ventet med å si alle slags nedsettende, skitne ting de kunne, og bruke alle mulige grove uttrykk for å sverte dem. Menighetene lo hånlig av dem, gjorde narr og forsøkte å holde dem ute av byene. De behandlet dem med forakt. Jeg kunne sagt mye mer om dette, men det begynner å bli sent.

Let me come to the Branham Tabernacle, please. Now God's begin to pour out gifts upon us. We see it. Now, what is the gift of God today? Is the Holy Spirit, it's the Holy Ghost that's in us. We've got to respect that. We've got to respect it on every person it comes upon. We've got to give … to God's divine gifts. When He sends those gifts, no matter how real they are, it'll never help us until we get to a place till we can respect it. Somebody can give a prophecy; if you don't believe in that prophecy, it'll never do you any good. You've got to have reverence and you've got to respect it. You've got to believe that it comes from God.
Believe it till it's proved wrong. Then when it's proved wrong, then you have a right to disbelieve it. Then don't associate with it no more. But as long as it's being proven out to be the truth, then believe it.

La meg komme til Branham Tabernaklet, vær så snill. Nå begynner Gud å øse ut gaver over oss. Vi ser det. Hva er Guds gave i dag? Det er Den Hellige Ånd, det er Den Hellige Ånd som bor i oss. Vi må respektere det. Vi må respektere Den i hver person Den kommer over. Vi må gi ... til Guds guddommelige gaver. Når Han sender disse gavene, uansett hvor reelle de er, vil de aldri hjelpe oss før vi kan respektere dem. Noen kan gi en profeti; hvis du ikke tror på den profetien, vil den aldri gjøre deg noe godt. Du må ha ærbødighet og respekt for den. Du må tro at den kommer fra Gud. Tro på den til den er bevist feil. Når den da er bevist feil, har du rett til å ikke tro på den. Da skal du ikke lenger omgås den. Men så lenge den viser seg å være sann, så tro på den.

Like old Samuel said that day when they wanted a king. He said, "I want to ask you one thing. Have I ever taken any of your money from you? Have I ever asked you for a living? Or have I ever told you anything in the name of the Lord but what come to pass?" He said, "You don't need no king, and your king will do you no good." And he told them, he brought them the question, said, "Have I ever told you anything as 'Thus saith the Lord' but what happened?"
Now, then the people disrespected Samuel. "Oh, we know, Samuel. That's right, we can't say that you never told us anything but what was right, but, still we want to do it this way." See? You mustn't do that. You must do it God's way.

Som gamle Samuel sa den dagen de ønsket en konge: "Jeg vil spørre dere én ting. Har jeg noen gang tatt penger fra dere? Har jeg noen gang bedt om å bli forsørget? Eller har jeg noen gang fortalt dere noe i Herrens navn som ikke gikk i oppfyllelse?" Han sa, "Dere trenger ingen konge, og en konge vil ikke gjøre dere godt." Han stilte dem spørsmålet: "Har jeg noen gang sagt 'Så sier Herren' uten at det skjedde?"
Men folket respekterte ikke Samuel. "Ja, Samuel, vi kan ikke si at du noen gang har sagt noe som ikke var rett, men vi vil likevel gjøre det på vår måte." Ser dere? Dere må ikke gjøre det. Dere må gjøre det på Guds måte.

When we receive the Holy Ghost, it's not shaking hands with the pastor. Receiving the Holy Ghost is receiving Christ into you, because He is God's messenger of the day. The Holy Ghost is God's messenger, and we must respect Him. When He comes, don't say, "Hee! Hee! Hee! Look at that woman shouting there, and crying, tears running down her cheeks. Look at that man there, shaking his hands and trembling and crying. You know what that is? That's a bunch of worked-up emotion." You're blaspheming the Holy Ghost. You've got to respect that.

Når vi mottar Den Hellige Ånd, betyr det ikke å håndhilse på pastoren. Å motta Den Hellige Ånd er å ta imot Kristus i deg, fordi Han er Guds budbringer for dagen. Den Hellige Ånd er Guds budbringer, og vi må respektere Ham. Når Han kommer, si ikke: "Se på den kvinnen som roper og gråter, med tårer rennende nedover kinnene. Se på den mannen som skjelver og gråter mens han løfter hendene. Vet du hva det er? Det er bare en opparbeidet følelse." Da spotter du Den Hellige Ånd. Du må respektere det.

Remember, here sometime ago I was in Oregon, about … been about twelve years ago. And two little Catholic reporter girls come down. Not because they were Catholic, nothing … no more that, because I've had just as many Protestants, and more Protestants than I have Catholics, to make fun of me. And so these girls come down to give a report. So as soon as they got in there, I caught the spirit soon as they come in, and I said, "All right, now what criticism you got up your sleeve now?" And this girl pulled out a cigarette and started, and I said, "Just don't light that while you're in my cabin. Just leave it alone."

For rundt tolv år siden var jeg i Oregon. To små, katolske journalistjenter kom ned. Det var ikke fordi de var katolske; jeg har opplevd like mange, om ikke flere, protestanter som gjør narr av meg. Disse jentene kom ned for å lage en reportasje. Så snart de kom inn, merket jeg straks ånden deres, og jeg sa, "Ok, hva slags kritikk har dere nå?" En av jentene tok fram en sigarett og skulle til å tenne den. Jeg sa, "Ikke tenn den mens du er i min hytte. Bare la den være."

So sat there a little bit, and she looked at me as if she could run through me like that, and she began to talk some. She said, "Well, I want to ask you some questions."
I said, "Say on."
She said, "How come that you are connected up with this bunch of holy rollers up here?" Said, "Are you one of them?"
I said, "I'm one of them."
And she said, "Well, do you mean to tell me there'd be anything godly about that?"
I said, "Not … you as a Catholic wouldn't believe it."
She said, "How do you know I'm a Catholic?"
I said, "I know you're a Catholic. I'll tell you what your name is, see, and who you are." That took her off her feet.
She said, "Well, you mean to tell me that that kind of a people they say will live here on earth and be in heaven?" She said, "I wouldn't want to be in heaven with such people as that."
I said, "You don't have to worry very much. As long as you think that way, you won't be there, anyhow, see." I said, "You won't have any worry about that."

Vi satt der en stund, og hun så på meg som om hun kunne se rett igjennom meg. Så begynte hun å snakke litt. Hun sa, "Vel, jeg vil stille deg noen spørsmål."
Jeg svarte, "Vær så god."
Hun spurte, "Hvordan henger det sammen at du er tilknyttet denne gjengen med hellige rullere her oppe? Er du en av dem?"
Jeg sa, "Jeg er en av dem."
Da sa hun, "Vil du si at det er noe gudfryktig med det?"
Jeg svarte, "Som katolikk ville du ikke tro det."
Hun spurte, "Hvordan vet du at jeg er katolikk?"
Jeg svarte, "Jeg vet at du er katolikk. Jeg skal fortelle deg hva du heter og hvem du er." Det tok henne på senga.
Hun sa, "Mener du å si at den type mennesker dere sier vil leve her på jorden og være i himmelen?" Hun sa, "Jeg ville ikke ønske å være i himmelen med slike mennesker."
Jeg svarte, "Du trenger ikke å bekymre deg. Så lenge du tenker slik, vil du uansett ikke være der. Du trenger ikke bekymre deg om det."

I just stood, looked her right in the face. And a couple of the brethren was sitting in the building. I said, "I'm not being irritable. I just want to let you know where you're standing, see." And I said, "You're going to write … want to come down here to find out some stuff, and you would never write what I told you. You'll make it your own story. You go ahead and do that, but I want to tell you one thing. You write anything scandal you want to, and," I said, "before you die, my voice will call back into your ears. If it doesn't, then you know I'm a false prophet." I said, "Now, you just write whatever you want to, it's up to you. I give you liberty to go write what you want to. But before you die, you'll hear my voice screaming in your ears. It'll do you no good." I said, "Now you go ahead and write what you want to."

Jeg sto der, så henne rett i ansiktet. Noen av brødrene satt i bygningen. Jeg sa, "Jeg er ikke irritabel. Jeg vil bare la deg vite hvor du står." Og jeg sa, "Du kommer hit for å finne ut noen ting, men du vil aldri skrive det jeg forteller deg. Du vil lage din egen historie. Du kan gjøre det, men jeg vil fortelle deg én ting. Skriver du noe skandaløst, så," sa jeg, "før du dør, vil min stemme klinge i dine ører. Hvis ikke, vet du at jeg er en falsk profet." Jeg sa, "Nå, bare skriv hva du vil, det er opp til deg. Jeg gir deg frihet til å skrive hva du vil. Men før du dør, vil du høre min stemme rope i dine ører. Det vil ikke gjøre deg noe godt." Jeg sa, "Nå, gå videre og skriv hva du vil."

She stood there a little bit. She said, "Well, what do you think about that idiotic bunch up there, screaming and carrying on last night?"
I said, "They're all Christians."
"Christian?"
I said, "Sure, they're Christians." I said, "They're Christians, filled with the Holy Ghost."
She said, "That's not no Holy Ghost."
I said, "What would you call the Holy Ghost?"---see what she had to say about it. I said, "I'd like to tell you something."
She said, "Well, I wouldn't want to associate myself with a bunch like that."
I said, "I don't think there's much danger," I said, "of you ever associating yourself like that." I said, "Because, if you ever associated with God or with any of the saints, you'd associate like that."
She said, "The Bible saints?"
I said, "Yes." I said, "Your 'blessed virgin Mary,' you call her, who is your goddess," I said, "before God would ever let her come to heaven, she had to go up to the day of Pentecost and receive the Holy Ghost, and staggered under the power of God like a drunk woman."
She said, "That is a lie."

Hun stod der en liten stund. Hun sa, "Vel, hva synes du om den idiotiske gjengen der oppe som skrek og holdt på i går kveld?"
Jeg sa, "De er alle kristne."
"Kristne?"
Jeg sa, "Ja, de er kristne." Jeg sa, "De er kristne, fylt med Den Hellige Ånd."
Hun sa, "Det der er ikke Den Hellige Ånd."
Jeg sa, "Hva ville du kalle Den Hellige Ånd?" - se hva hun hadde å si om det. Jeg sa, "Jeg vil gjerne fortelle deg noe."
Hun sa, "Vel, jeg ville ikke ønske å assosiere meg med en slik gjeng."
Jeg sa, "Jeg tror ikke det er stor fare," jeg sa, "for at du noen gang vil assosiere deg slik." Jeg sa, "Fordi, hvis du noen gang assosierte deg med Gud eller noen av de hellige, ville du assosiere deg slik."
Hun sa, "Bibelske hellige?"
Jeg sa, "Ja." Jeg sa, "Din 'velsignede jomfru Maria,' som du kaller henne, din gudinne," Jeg sa, "før Gud noen gang ville la henne komme til himmelen, måtte hun gå til pinsedagen og motta Den Hellige Ånd, og svimle under Guds kraft som en full kvinne."
Hun sa, "Det er en løgn."

I said, "Hold your peace just a minute." I turned over here to the Book, and I said, "Look here," turned over. I said, "Here it is right here in the Book." She turned her head. I said, "You haven't even got the audacity to read God's Word." See? I said, "Sure." See, disrespectful. I said, "Now you can take your pack of cigarettes off the table there, and go when you're ready." But I said, "I want you to know one thing. You write whatever you want to, but remember the last words I say: 'In the name of the Lord, you'll remember it before you die.'" She never wrote nothing. That's right. She just let it go.
What is it? Disrespects, trying to make fun, doing something they don't know what they're doing. Right.

Jeg sa: "Vent litt." Jeg snudde meg til Boken og sa: "Se her," mens jeg bladde om. "Her står det, rett her i Boken." Hun vendte hodet vekk. Jeg sa: "Du har ikke engang mot nok til å lese Guds Ord." Ser du? Jeg sa: "Ja vel." Ser du, respektløst. Jeg sa: "Nå kan du ta pakningen med sigaretter fra bordet der, og dra når du er klar." Men jeg sa: "Jeg vil at du skal vite én ting. Skriv hva du vil, men husk de siste ordene jeg sier: 'I Herrens navn, du vil huske dette før du dør.'" Hun skrev ingenting. Det stemmer. Hun lot det bare være.
Hva er det? Respektløshet, forsøker å gjøre narr av noe de ikke forstår. Riktig.

But here in the Tabernacle, we want you all to know these things here. When God begins to pour out the Holy Spirit upon people, sometimes I know I've seen people get in the flesh when they were under the anointing of the Spirit. I've seen them go to extremes with things, but don't you say nothing about it. You respect it, bow your head. You might not understand it, neither would I, but I want to respect it, anyhow. Now, we must have respects to God. And when God pours out the Holy Spirit, I just say, "Thank You, heavenly Father. You are doing something for that poor precious soul that wants to come to your home like I do someday."

Her i Tabernaklet ønsker vi at dere alle skal være klar over disse tingene. Når Gud begynner å utøse Den Hellige Ånd over mennesker, hender det noen ganger at jeg har sett folk bli drevet av kjødet selv om de var under Åndens salvelse. Jeg har sett dem gå til ytterligheter, men si ingenting om det. Vis respekt, bøy hodet. Du forstår kanskje ikke det, og det gjør ikke jeg heller, men jeg ønsker uansett å vise respekt. Vi må vise respekt for Gud. Når Gud utøser Den Hellige Ånd, sier jeg bare: «Takk, Himmelske Far. Du gjør noe for denne stakkars, dyrebare sjelen som ønsker å komme til Ditt hjem, akkurat som jeg en dag gjør.»

And I see men … like here one time a brother that's in the ministry said that I talked about him. And we went and got all the tapes and sent to him. It was Brother A. A. Allen. And he said that I made fun of him talking about blood coming out of your hand and calling that the initial evidence of the Holy Ghost. And I believe it was blood and oil coming out of his hands and forehead, and things. He said that was … that I made fun of that and told him that it was of the devil. I sent back, I wrote him a letter. I said, "Brother Allen…" He wrote a piece and you read it, "Dear Brother Branham." See, and so then put out tracts all across the country. Instead of coming and see me about it, he did that.

En gang sa en bror i tjenesten at jeg hadde snakket negativt om ham. Vi hentet frem alle opptakene og sendte dem til ham. Det var Bror A. A. Allen. Han påsto at jeg gjorde narr av ham ved å snakke om blod som kom ut av hendene hans og kalte det et bevis på Den Hellige Ånds nærvær. Jeg tror det var både blod og olje som kom ut av hans hender og panne. Han mente at jeg hadde fordømt dette som djevelens verk. Jeg sendte ham et brev og sa: "Bror Allen..." Han skrev et stykke, som jeg leste: "Kjære Bror Branham." I stedet for å komme og snakke med meg om det, spredte han brosjyrer over hele landet.

But now here's what I said. I said, "I'll take all six nights at Phoenix, and send you my tapes and show you." Which Leo and them did, and sent the tapes to them. I said, "Only one time your name was called. The people put up on my desk, and said, 'Brother Branham, Brother Allen has just been in the town and told us that the initial evidence of the Holy Ghost was bleeding in the hands and bleeding in the face, and oil running out of your hands. That was the initial evidence.'"
I said, "I disagree with Brother Allen upon that being the initial evidence of the Holy Ghost, because there was nowhere in the Bible where they ever bled at the hands, and oil come out of their face and hands, to prove they had the Holy Ghost." I said, "The Holy Ghost was the power of God in their lives. And Jesus said, 'These signs shall follow them that believe,' see. 'In my name they shall cast out devils,' and so forth." But I said, "Here's one thing I would say about Brother Allen: he's a great man of God. And if I could preach as good as Brother Allen could, I'd never have a healing service---I'd just preach the gospel."
Then, see, after he done put that paper out and everything, that I did that, just on what somebody else said. But even I disagreed with the brother upon his theory, I certainly wouldn't want to blaspheme the brother.

Her er hva jeg sa: "Jeg tar alle seks kvelder i Phoenix, og sender dere mine opptak for å vise dere." Leo og de andre sendte opptakene til dem. Jeg sa: "Bare én gang ble navnet ditt nevnt. Folk la frem papirer på pulten min og sa: 'Bror Branham, Bror Allen har nettopp vært i byen og fortalt oss at det første beviset på Den Hellige Ånd var blødning i hendene og ansiktet, samt olje som renner ut av hendene. Dette var det første beviset.'"
Jeg sa: "Jeg er uenig med Bror Allen om at dette er det første beviset på Den Hellige Ånd, fordi det finnes ingen steder i Bibelen hvor de noen gang blødde fra hendene, og olje kom ut av ansiktet og hendene, for å bevise at de hadde Den Hellige Ånd." Jeg sa: "Den Hellige Ånd var Guds kraft i deres liv. Og Jesus sa: 'Disse tegn skal følge dem som tror. I mitt navn skal de drive ut djevler,' og så videre." Men jeg sa: "Her er én ting jeg vil si om Bror Allen: Han er en stor mann av Gud. Og hvis jeg kunne forkynne like godt som Bror Allen, ville jeg aldri ha en helbredelsestjeneste - jeg ville bare forkynne evangeliet."
Etter at han hadde publisert det papiret og alt, basert på hva noen andre hadde sagt, ville jeg, selv om jeg var uenig med broren om hans teori, absolutt ikke ønske å spotte broren.

Then standing right up here in Minnesota, that night in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and there was in the great cathedral, temple, with Gordon Peterson. And this guy that wrote that book against A. A. Allen, and said everything about him that could be said. And said, "He even had the audacity to write that book of Biting Devils, about that woman, showed prints on her hands where a devil bit her, and things like that." Now I certainly … I don't know whether that could be true or not, because the devil is a spirit, you see; but this woman claimed a big hairy devil come and bit her all over the hands and over her face, and everything like that. And he said, "A. A. Allen wrote that book." And the man that wrote the book wrote a nice article about me, and here he was sitting right there in the meeting that night. When Brother Peterson and them come told me, there he sat, and was bragging on me, and downing A. A. Allen.

Under et møte i Minneapolis, Minnesota, sammen med Gordon Peterson, opplevde vi en bemerkelsesverdig kveld i en stor katedral. En mann, som hadde skrevet en bok mot A. A. Allen og sagt alt mulig negativt om ham, var også til stede. Han hevdet blant annet at Allen hadde vist bilder av en kvinne med bitemerker som hun påsto kom fra en stor, hårete djevel. Selv om djevelen er en ånd, og jeg tviler på sannheten i denne historien, var denne mannen overbevist.
Han hadde også skrevet en positiv artikkel om meg, og samme kveld satt han i møtet og skrøt av meg mens han kritiserte Allen. Brother Peterson og andre informerte meg om dette, og jeg så med egne øyne hvordan han oppførte seg.

I thought, "Here's the time I can take up for Brother Allen."
So I walked out there, and I said, "I was reading here the article in the paper today that this certain man that's in the city [knowing he was sitting right out there]…" I said, "He said here that A. A. Allen…" and all the criticism. I said, "Although I appreciate the man saying the compliment about me that he did," I said, "that I wasn't out for money and things like that, and held the cleanest meetings of any of them, and so forth, the nice things he said," I said, "I appreciate that. But if that man that wrote this article here in the paper never checked his notes any closer than to say A. A. Allen wrote this "Biting Of Devils," A. A. Allen never wrote that book. I know the man that wrote it." I said, "He never wrote the book at all. And if the man never checked up on his article any closer than that, I doubt that the rest that he's ever said about Brother Allen is the truth." Taking up for Brother Allen. And I said, "Besides, if Brother Allen would be wrong, I'd rather be found at the judgment bar taking my stand with Brother Allen in the wrong, when he's trying to win souls to Christ, than to be criticizing what the man's trying to do." Amen. That's right. Yes, sir.

Jeg tenkte: "Her har jeg tid til å forsvare Bror Allen."
Så jeg gikk ut der og sa, "Jeg leste artikkelen i avisen i dag om en bestemt mann som er i byen [vet at han satt der ute]…" Jeg sa, "Han sa her at A. A. Allen…" og all kritikken. Jeg sa, "Selv om jeg setter pris på at mannen ga meg komplimenter om at jeg ikke var ute etter penger og slike ting, og at jeg holdt de reneste møtene av dem alle, og de andre hyggelige tingene han sa," sa jeg, "jeg setter pris på det. Men hvis mannen som skrev denne artikkelen i avisen ikke sjekket notatene sine bedre enn å si at A. A. Allen skrev 'Biting Of Devils', må jeg informere om at A. A. Allen aldri skrev den boken. Jeg kjenner mannen som skrev den." Jeg sa, "Han skrev ikke boken i det hele tatt. Og hvis mannen ikke sjekket artikkelen sin bedre enn det, tviler jeg på at resten av det han har sagt om Bror Allen er sant." Jeg tok opp for Bror Allen. Og jeg sa, "Dessuten, hvis Bror Allen skulle ta feil, ville jeg heller bli funnet ved dommens trone og ta mitt standpunkt med Bror Allen i feil, når han prøver å vinne sjeler for Kristus, enn å kritisere det mannen prøver å gjøre." Amen. Det er riktig. Ja, herr.

Ever who calls on the name of Jesus Christ, I'm with him whether he's Protestant, Catholic, or whatever he is. I might disagree with him upon theology, but I want to respect him as a servant of Christ and as my brother, see. No matter what he does, we've got to give respects to the Holy Spirit. Exactly right. Yes, sir. And when we get to doing that, then God will go to pouring His blessings among us. Just us little group right here---about fifty or sixty, or maybe seventy-five people sitting in here tonight---if we would just, all together, bind ourselves together and give godly respects to God and to the Holy Spirit, and what He's doing in this day, and respect every gift and every office that He sends into our midst, God will just continue to pour out His Spirit upon us and we'll grow in numbers and multiply. Don't you believe that? Sure. We've got to have respects unto God.

Enhver som påkaller Jesu Kristi navn, er jeg med, enten han er protestant, katolikk eller hva han enn er. Jeg kan være uenig med ham teologisk, men jeg vil respektere ham som en tjener for Kristus og som min bror. Uansett hva han gjør, må vi respektere Den Hellige Ånd. Det er helt riktig. Ja, sir. Når vi begynner å gjøre det, vil Gud begynne å utøse sine velsignelser over oss. Bare vi som er en liten gruppe her—omtrent femti, seksti eller kanskje syttifem personer som sitter her i kveld—hvis vi bare, sammen, binder oss sammen og gir gudfryktig respekt til Gud og Den Hellige Ånd og hva Han gjør i denne tiden, og respekterer hver gave og hvert embete Han sender blant oss, vil Gud fortsette å utøse Sin Ånd over oss, og vi vil vokse i antall og mangfoldige. Tror du ikke det? Selvsagt. Vi må ha respekt for Gud.

Let us bow our heads just a moment for prayer. Before we go to prayer, I'd like to know if there's anybody in here would like to say, "Brother Branham, I want you to pray for me, that I'll have great respects for God, that I'll always be able to keep my mouth shut against God's things, no matter what they are, and may God place in my heart to respect every divine gift He sends into the church." Will you just raise your hands, and say, "Pray for me." God bless you. Nearly every hand in the church, and I had mine up, too.
God, help me to be a servant of yours. Help me to respect my brothers, help me to respect my sisters. And every spirit of God that comes into the meeting, whether it be speaking with tongues, whether it be interpretation of tongues, whether it be prophecy, whether it be gifts of discernment, whatever it is, I say, "O Lord Jesus, send them, send them, O Lord. I am thankful to You."

La oss bøye hodene våre et øyeblikk for bønn. Før vi ber, vil jeg vite om det er noen her som ønsker å si: "Bror Branham, jeg vil at du skal be for meg, slik at jeg får stor respekt for Gud, at jeg alltid kan holde munnen lukket mot Guds gjerninger, uansett hva de er. Må Gud legge i mitt hjerte respekt for hver guddommelig gave Han sender til menigheten." Kan du bare rekke opp hånden og si: "Be for meg." Gud velsigne deg. Nesten alle i menigheten rekke opp hånden, og jeg hadde også min oppe.
Gud, hjelp meg å være en tjener for Deg. Hjelp meg å respektere mine brødre og søstre. Og hver Ånd fra Gud som kommer på møtet, enten det er tale i tunger, tolkning av tunger, profeti, gaver til å skjelne, hva det enn er, sier jeg: "O, Herre Jesus, send dem, send dem, o Herre. Jeg er takknemlig til Deg."

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Now, heavenly Father, we know that Thou art a great and terrible God. We know that thy wrath is terrible. When once Thou hast thy temper up, why, it's a terrible thing. The wrath of God can destroy the world in a second. But when You look down upon the blood of the Lord Jesus, then your wrath is turned away. Oh, hide me over in the Rock of Ages! Lord God, keep my soul covered with the blood of the Lord Jesus. Not only mine, Lord, but those that are in here, too, tonight. We love You, Lord. And every gift that You have given us, though they may call us anything they want to do, Lord, that still will not … don't want that to have one thing to do with it. We still respect You, the great One, the great Holy Spirit. We love You, Father.

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Himmelske Far, vi vet at Du er en stor og fryktinngytende Gud. Vi vet at Din vrede er forferdelig. Når Du først er harm, er det en fryktelig ting. Guds vrede kan ødelegge verden på et øyeblikk. Men når Du ser ned på blodet til Herren Jesus, da blir Din vrede vendt bort. Å, skjul meg i Klippen som varer evig! Herre Gud, hold min sjel dekket med blodet til Herren Jesus. Ikke bare min, Herre, men også de som er her i kveld. Vi elsker Deg, Herre. Og enhver gave Du har gitt oss, selv om de måtte kalle oss hva de vil, Herre, så vil det fortsatt ikke påvirke vår respekt for Deg, den store, Den Hellige Ånd. Vi elsker Deg, Far.

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We thank You for a gift of healing among us. We thank You for the gift of prophecy among us. We thank You for the gift of tongues, and the gift of interpretation. And, O God, we pray that You'll continue to send gifts among us, gifts of the great Holy Spirit. Above all things, Lord, we're … greatest appreciation we have in our heart is for that great all-sufficient gift of Jesus Christ. We thank You for His grace and His mercy, who makes all these other minor things eligible to us by His vicarious suffering and bleeding at Calvary. He sanctifies the common people that hears Him gladly.
And, Lord, we're so glad that You come to common people. In the Bible, in the book of St. Luke, we read that the common people heard Him gladly. Today they say, "Oh, that's just a common bunch." But, Lord, that's the bunch that heard You when You were here in flesh. The common people heard You gladly. The haughty, the rich, and many of those would not hear You. The kings, the potentates, the priests of the day, would not hear You. But the common people gladly received You.

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Vi takker Deg for helbredelsens gave blant oss. Vi takker Deg for profetiens gave blant oss. Vi takker Deg for tungetalens gave og tydningens gave. Og, Gud, vi ber om at Du fortsatt vil sende gaver blant oss, gaver fra Den store Hellige Ånd. Over alt annet, Herre, setter vi størst pris på den store og tilstrekkelige gaven Jesus Kristus. Vi takker Deg for Hans nåde og barmhjertighet, som gjør alle disse andre mindre ting tilgjengelige for oss gjennom Hans stedfortredende lidelse og blødning på Golgata. Han helliggjør de vanlige folk som hører Ham med glede.
Og, Herre, vi er så glade for at Du kommer til de vanlige folk. I Bibelen, i evangeliet etter Lukas, leser vi at de vanlige folk hørte Ham med glede. I dag sier de, "Å, det er bare vanlige folk." Men, Herre, det var de som hørte Deg da Du var her i kjødet. De vanlige folk hørte Deg med glede. De hovmodige, de rike, og mange av dem ville ikke høre Deg. Kongene, fyrstenes og dagens prester ville ikke høre Deg. Men de vanlige folk tok imot Deg med glede.

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And Father, tonight, we are common people, and we gladly receive You. We are glad, like they were when they come back rejoicing, and thinking it was a wonderful thing, and happy because they could bear the reproach of His name, when they reproached them and called them everything. And they were so happy, because it was a privilege for them to suffer for the name of Jesus Christ. Father, God, we join ourselves with them disciples of that day, and say, "Happy are we."
I stand tonight like St. Paul of old, when he stood before Agrippa, and he said, "In the way that's called heresy, crazy, that's the way I worship the God of our fathers."
And when Agrippa said, "Paul, too much learning has made thee mad."
He said, "I am not mad, Agrippa."
And then he finally got into a place till he said, "Thou almost persuadest me to be a Christian."
He said, "I would that you were as I, even without these chains and bonds."

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Far, i kveld er vi vanlige mennesker, og vi tar imot Deg med glede. Vi er glade, som de var da de kom tilbake og jublet, tenkte det var en underfull ting, og var lykkelige fordi de kunne bære hånen for Ditt navn, når de ble kritisert og kalt alle slags ting. Og de var så glade, fordi det var et privilegium for dem å lide for Jesu Kristi navn. Far, Gud, vi forener oss med disiplene fra den tiden og sier, "Lykkelige er vi."
Jeg står i kveld som Paulus, når han stod foran Agrippa og sa, "I veien som kalles vranglære, gal, slik tilber jeg fedrenes Gud."
Og da Agrippa sa, "Paulus, din store lærdom har gjort deg gal."
Han svarte, "Jeg er ikke gal, Agrippa."
Og til slutt sa Agrippa, "Du overbeviser nesten meg om å bli en kristen."
Paulus svarte, "Jeg skulle ønske at du var som jeg, bare uten disse lenkene og bondene."

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O God, what love that Paul had! He said he would become accursed, that his people might be saved. O Father, God, give us love for one another like that. Give us that undying love, that decency, that respect for one another, to be Christian enough to look over each other's mistakes, to look over---because a man has been blessed of God, and he might make a mistake. O Father, let us not look at that mistake, knowing that that's a precious brother that maybe Satan did trap him into something. But if he did, we pray, Lord, that You'll help he or she out of that place, that we'll have love in our hearts to go after the lost sheep and bring them back to the fold. Grant it, Lord. Forgive us of our trespasses, as we forgive those that trespass against us. Grant it, Lord. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.

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Gud, hvilken kjærlighet Paulus hadde! Han sa at han ville bli forbannet slik at hans folk kunne bli frelst. Far, Gud, gi oss slik kjærlighet for hverandre. Gi oss denne udødelige kjærligheten, den anstendigheten, den respekten for hverandre, slik at vi er kristne nok til å overse hverandres feil. La oss overse - fordi en mann er blitt velsignet av Gud, og han kan gjøre en feil. Far, la oss ikke fokusere på den feilen, vitende om at det er en verdifull bror som kanskje Satan har fanget i noe. Men hvis han har, ber vi, Herre, at Du hjelper ham eller henne ut av denne situasjonen, slik at vi har kjærlighet i våre hjerter til å lete etter de bortkomne sauene og bringe dem tilbake til folden. Bevilg det, Herre. Tilgi oss våre overtredelser, slik vi tilgir dem som tresker mot oss. Bevilg det, Herre. Led oss ikke inn i fristelse, men frels oss fra det onde. For Ditt er riket, makten og æren, i evighet. Amen.

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[Brother Neville gives a message of prophecy. "Yea, I say unto thee this night, My people, that I have called thine attention upon this special occasion to understand the things which I say unto thee this night concerning My ministry. Yea, I say this night, thou has well done that thou has heard My voice and heeded My servant as he has spoke unto thee. For this night again I have vindicated the office of his ministry. Yea, even My servant and My prophet that I have brought into thy presence, lo, these two times this day, I say, let thine heart this night melt within thee because I am revealing in this night service and through this day I am again revealing unto thee the office of My prophet in this day. Yea, I say, hear him in these things which he has brought to thee this night for, lo, I will reward thee with many things that shall come into thy house. And, yea, I will care for thee as a tender father careth for his children. And, lo, My servant this night, yea, I have again lifted thee up in the eyes of these people who have looked unto thee. And I say, my servant, yea, I have been with thee and, yea, I will continue to be with thee, and upon thee am I bestowing the things that follow the office of thy prophet. Yea, I say that I shall bless thee in many things and in many places. I say tonight, I confirm at this time again in the hearts of the people that, yea, this is the time that we should settle these issues that thou should see, my people. Open thine eyes and receive it this night, for I say that I am amongst thee to bless thee exceedingly, though I thin the ranks daily because some have not believed. Hear me this night and turn thy heart toward Me and toward the office of My prophet." Thus saith the Lord.]
Amen. Thank You, Lord. Thank You, Father. Praise Thee, O holy One. How glorious art Thou, Father! How we thank Thee, Lord! What comfort it is to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit and hear Him speak through human lips to us, confirming that He still remains God, and in our midst. We thank Thee for this, Father. Continue with us, Lord. Bear with us, that we might be thy people. Through Jesus Christ we ask it. Amen.

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[Bror Neville gir et budskap om profeti. "Ja, sier Jeg til dere denne natten, Mitt folk, at Jeg har rettet deres oppmerksomhet mot denne spesielle anledningen for at dere skal forstå det Jeg sier til dere denne natten angående Min tjeneste. Ja, sier Jeg denne natten, du har gjort vel ved å høre Min stemme og høre på Min tjener mens han har talt til deg. For denne natten har Jeg igjen stadfestet hans tjenestes embete. Ja, selv Min tjener og Min profet som Jeg har bragt i deres nærvær, se, disse to ganger i dag, sier Jeg, la ditt hjerte denne natten smelte i deg fordi Jeg åpenbarer i dette nattmøtet og gjennom denne dagen, igjen avslører Jeg for deg embetet til Min profet i denne tiden. Ja, sier Jeg, hør ham i disse ting som han har brakt til deg denne natten, for se, Jeg vil belønne deg med mange ting som skal komme inn i ditt hus. Og ja, Jeg vil bry meg om deg som en kjærlig far bryr seg om sine barn. Og se, Min tjener denne natten, ja, Jeg har igjen løftet deg opp i øynene til disse folk som har sett til deg. Og Jeg sier, min tjener, ja, Jeg har vært med deg og, ja, Jeg vil fortsette å være med deg, og over deg bestøver Jeg de ting som følger embetet til din profet. Ja, Jeg sier at Jeg skal velsigne deg i mange ting og på mange steder. Jeg sier i kveld, Jeg bekrefter igjen i hjertene til folk at, ja, dette er tiden for å avgjøre disse sakene som dere skal se, Mitt folk. Åpne dine øyne og motta det denne natten, for Jeg sier at Jeg er blant dere for å velsigne dere overmåte, selv om Jeg tynner rekkene daglig fordi noen ikke har trodd. Hør Meg denne natten og vend ditt hjerte mot Meg og mot embetet til Min profet." Så sier Herren.]
Amen. Takk, Herre. Takk, Far. Lovsyng Deg, å hellige En. Hvor herlig er Du, Far! Hvor vi takker Deg, Herre! For en trøst det er å føle Den Hellige Ånds nærvær og høre Ham tale gjennom menneskelige lepper til oss, og bekrefte at Han fortsatt er Gud, og i vår midte. Vi takker Deg for dette, Far. Vær med oss videre, Herre. Bær over med oss, at vi kan være Ditt folk. Gjennom Jesus Kristus ber vi. Amen.

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Isn't it wonderful to be a Christian? Isn't it wonderful to know God and to know His presence? To think that today now, how He has did this even to the second time. Today He spoke to the sister here, come in in that light, as He did, and spoke to them because they had believed the message. He's glorious, isn't He? Don't you love Him? How many love Him with all your heart, with all your soul? He is wonderful. Now let's stand up to our feet, as we sing that good old song we all like.
I love Him, I love Him
Because He first loved me;
And purchased my salvation
On Calvary's tree.
Oh, isn't He wonderful? Wonderful! Now, remember the service Wednesday night. And then, if the Lord willing, I'll be here next Sunday again, the Lord willing. Pray for us through the week. As we bow our heads now in prayer, I'm going to ask Brother Neville, our pastor, if he'll come up for the last words that he'll give you.

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Er det ikke fantastisk å være en kristen? Er det ikke vidunderlig å kjenne Gud og Hans nærvær? Tenk at Han har gjort dette igjen i dag. Han talte til søsteren her, kom inn i det lyset, som Han gjorde, og talte til dem fordi de hadde trodd budskapet. Han er herlig, er Han ikke? Elsker du Ham ikke? Hvor mange av dere elsker Ham av hele deres hjerte, av hele deres sjel? Han er vidunderlig. La oss nå reise oss, mens vi synger den gode, gamle sangen som vi alle liker:
Jeg elsker Ham, jeg elsker Ham
Fordi Han først elsket meg;
Og kjøpte min frelse
På Golgatas tre.
Å, er Han ikke vidunderlig? Vidunderlig! Husk nå møtet onsdag kveld. Og deretter, om Herren vil, vil jeg være her igjen neste søndag, om Herren vil. Be for oss gjennom uken. Når vi nå bøyer våre hoder i bønn, vil jeg be Bror Neville, vår pastor, om å komme opp og si de siste ordene til dere.