Listen. There's one thing I can't do. I can't brag on my ancestors. No, I come through an awful mess. My father was an Irishman. My mother was a Indian squaw, half Indian; her mother was a Indian, drawed a pension. Now, all of them, drunks, most all of them died with their shoes on, fighting, gun-fighters, and so forth. I can't brag on nothing about that, 'cause my ancestors and my family tree's terrible.
But, brother, there's one thing I can brag on, I can brag on my Lord Jesus Who has redeemed me. And with His transforming power planted a seed by predestination, and I saw It. Whose son am I now? Yeah. I can brag on Him. And I've spent thirty-three years of my life bragging on Him. If He'd spare me another thirty-three years, I'll try to brag more on Him. See? I can brag on my Ancestors (Hallelujah.), He that redeemed me and planted the seed of Life in here, and let me look down upon this Word, sent down His Spirit and said, "Here It is. Speak this; it'll happen. Do that." And oh, my, I can brag on Him. How did He do it? Through the washing of the water by the Word, the Waters of separation, wish we could explain it.
True predestinated believers will stay with the Word because they are part of that Word.
Oh, wandering stars, how long will you wander? You Methodists, Baptists, Presbyterian, outsiders, whatever you might be, wandering stars from church to church, from pillar to place, and television to television, world to world, why don't you come home? He longs to have fellowship with you. He's longing for you. He wants to transform you by the renewing of your mind, not to the church or to the denomination, but to His Word, which you are a part if that desire is in you.
Blessed are they that do hunger and thirst for righteousness: for they shall be filled. (See? Uh-huh.)
And has sent His transforming power to bring you out of this deformity of religion that you're in. In this deformity chaos that we're in, God has sent His transforming power, His Word, vindicated, proven, to bring you out of this religious deformity of ignorance that you're walking in, "naked, blind, miserable, and don't know it." Think of it, friends.
-- Brother Branham
September 11, 1965