»There's not an artist
in the world could paint His picture, the character of His face. The best I've
seen is that Hofmann's Head of Christ at Thirty-three, I've got it on all
literature and everything I use. That's because that looks just like it, and so
then ... or pretty near, as close as it could be.«
And I one night saw our Lord Jesus. I'm saying this with permission, I believe, from the Holy Spirit. The Angel of the Lord that comes is not the Lord Jesus. It doesn't look like Him in the same vision. For, the vision I saw of the Lord Jesus, He was a little Man. He wasn't . . . I had been out in the field, praying for my dad. And I come back in and I went to the bed, and that night I looked at him and I I said, »O God, save him!«
My mother had already been saved and I baptized her. Then I thought, »Oh!« My dad drank so, and I thought, »If I could just get him to accept the Lord Jesus!« I went out, laid down on a little old pallet out in the front room, near the door.
And Something said to me, »Rise up.« And I raised up, went walking, and went back into the field behind me, an old broom sage field.
And there, standing not over ten feet from me, stood a Man; white garment on, a little fellow; had His arms folded like this; a beard, kind of short; hair down to His shoulders; and He was looking sideways from me, like that; peaceful-looking figure. But I couldn't understand it, how His feet, one just behind the other. And the wind blowing, His robe moving sage blowing..
I thought, »Now, wait a minute.« I bit myself. I said, »Now, I'm not asleep.« And I pulled down, pulled a little piece of that sage off, you know, got it like a toothpick in it. I put it in my mouth. I looked back towards the house. I said, »No, I was in there praying for dad, and Something said come out here, and here stands this Man.«
I thought, »That looks like the Lord Jesus.« I thought, »I wonder if it is?« He was looking just exactly, directly towards where our house sets now. So I moved around this way to see if I could see Him. And I could see the side of His face like that. But He . . . I had to turn way around this way to see Him. And I said, »Uhm!« Never moved Him. And I thought, »I believe I'll call Him.« And I said, »Jesus.« And when He did, He looked around like that. That was all I remember, He just reached out His arms.
There's not an artist in the world could paint His picture, the character of His face. The best I've ever seen is that Hofmann's Head of Christ at Thirty-three, I've got it on all literature and everything I use. That's because that looks just like it, and so then . . . or pretty near, as close as it could be.
He looked like (a Man) if He'd speak the world would come to an end, and yet with so much love and kindness till youyou . . . I just pitched over. And at daylight, I found myself just in the break of day, pajama shirt soaking wet with tears, when I come to myself, walking, back through the broom sage field, home.
This Message by Brother William Marrion Branham was delivered on January 17, 1955, at the Lane Tech High School in Chicago, Illinois, U.S.A. Every effort has been made to accurately transcribe the verbal Message from the magnetic tape recording, and distributed by Voice of God Recordings.