A September Day Monday, September 26, 2005

It was one afternoon about this time of year when Brother Branham, then a bare-footed boy about seven years old, was packing water he had pumped from the well for his father's still. As he trudged along with the little molasses buckets in his hands, he was crying. All the other little boys his age had gone fishing in a nearby pond, but he couldn't go with them. His father and some other men were going to run off a batch of corn whiskey that night, and his father had given him the job of packing water to the still.

But his Heavenly Father had a far greater job for this little ragged boy to fill, and He needed to prepare him in for a special calling. Instead of merely fishing in a small local pond, he was to become a "fisher of men," calling hundreds of thousands of souls to repentance. CLICK TO LISTEN

Helen Mullen