And every penny that’s left from our meetings (Brother Lindsay and them knows just what we eat, and so forth) we turn right straight back into the Gospel work, back, and try to live just as cheap as I can. When I go to the cities, I don’t look for big hotels. The cheapest one I can find, that’s what I want. See? I want to be just as poor as everyone that comes to me to be prayed for. That’s right. If I’d accepted the money that’s offered me, I’d be a multimillionaire. I had one man out of California, after his wife had a cancer of the breast, they had to fly quickly because they thought she was dying. And when that cancer left her, the window curtain rolled up tight like that before hundreds of those Armenians and let down like that. And the demon power left the woman, and the doctor said she couldn’t live till morning. And now she’s a well woman today, walking around. And that man owned that—part of that big Mission Bell Winery, and things, and sent me a—a—a check, bank draft for a million, five hundred thousand dollars. And I refused to put my hands on it and look at it. The Baxters had brought it to me. I said, “No, sir, I don’t want to see it.” Said, “Well, Reverend Branham, it was sent to you.” I said, “I do not want to see it. I don’t want nothing to do with money.” When a man gets his mind on money, he loses God. That’s right. And that’s—that’s right. [Audience applauds—Ed.] Thank you. You can’t keep your mind on…You got to be…

My Life Story, 1950-08-20, Cleveland, OH, §18