Across the river they went. Said, “What will you ask?” I wish we’d have time to take up before this, the—the Law of Adoption. Pentecost was borned (That’s right.) like the son. But that same son was borned in a family, had to be adopted also. That’s right. And there’s where you missed your calling, friend. When the adoption time come, if the tutor that raised the child, found the child not worthy, they absolutely still remained a son, but missed their adoption. But if they was adopted into the family, then they was full fellowship with any check that they wrote was just as good as what their daddy wrote. That’s what’s the matter today, brother. The church ought to be in adoption right now, bringing into the full favors of God, but the thing…We’re ups and downs and ins and outs and ups and downs and ins and out till God can’t trust us with nothing, hardly. “One day I belong to the Assemblies, and the next day I belong to something else. And I’m Methodist next day, and a Baptist next day.” You’ve packed your paper from church to church, and every little group that…You go into the group, and “I’m in a Baptist now,” and the first thing you know, somebody makes me angry, the deacons gets wrangling with me. The pastor says something I don’t believe, I pick up my paper and take off over to the Methodist. If the Methodist don’t get them, I take them and go down to the Me—the Assemblies, or go to the Church of God.” You’ve packed your papers till it’s wore out. Get your name written in the Lamb’s Book of Life and forget about it. That’s right. I’ve been in the Branham family forty-four years and they never did ask me to join the family. I was borned in it. I’m a Branham by birth. And you’re a Christian by birth. Hallelujah. You don’t join the family of God. You’re borned in the family of God. That’s right. All right.

Make the Valley Full of Ditches, 1953-06-09, Connersville, IN, §33