Hello, my name is Marge. In the year of 2009, I had the great privilege to visit Jeffersonville, Indiana with some church members. During that time, I started to doubt the prophet and basically the entire Message. I remember getting agitated when any preacher or brother/sister said the name, William Branham. I kept saying to myself, “What is it with them saying his name?” In addition, I started molding in my mind that the Message was nothing but a cult.
I yearned for my old Baptist church. I just went to church just to go, nothing more. I wanted to attend my old church but I couldn't swallow that trinity doctrine. I began praying to the Lord daily, asking Him to guide me and let me know if William Branham was a true prophet.
Two months prior, my then local assembly announced the trip to Indiana. I kneeled down that night and asked the Lord if it’s His will. That same week I signed up. When we got there (Jeffersonville during Easter 2009), I remember going to a big plaza and seeing so many individuals from different cultures and how it seemed, oh, like Heaven just like he said. I saw pictures of how individuals sacrificed their time just to go service. I thought “My goodness, these people are dedicated to this Message.” For instance, some individuals cross high rivers and walk miles and miles just for a sermon.
We also had the opportunity to visit Voice of God Recordings. When we got there this nice brother appeared and gave us a tour. I listened closely to his every word. He gave us such great details.
Our group went many places. One last place we went to was the graveyard of where Brother Branham was buried. When I got out of the van, I went up to the eagle that’s on top of the tombstone and stared him right in the eye and spoke to it. I said, “If you are a true prophet, you’ll show me a sign at this very moment.” Nothing happened.
Discouraged, I walked away. The church members got into the van slowly. As they were getting in, I prayed in my heart, “Please Lord, show me a sign.” As we drove away, I saw a man standing near the tombstone by himself. I wondered but how can it be; we were the absolutely last ones there. I only saw his back profile. It appeared to be the prophet. For a slight second I glanced away, I immediately looked back the guy was gone. I still doubted.
One church member took pictures of the tombstone and different places. At the hotel she asked me to hold the camera for her. I placed the camera in my traveling bags and never gave her the camera for some odd reason. I kept the camera for four years and never developed it either. Two weeks ago, out of the blue, I developed the pictures and I got my final confirmation. Praise God! He only confirms the Message to his true believers, despite all of the misleading information that’s been going on online. I BELIEVE. Please feel encouraged and know this Message is true. Thanks for letting me share my story. God Bless.
Sincerely,
Sister Marge