If I run around with women every day, and come in and tell my wife I loved her, she'd know I was a liar. My actions would speak louder than my words, certainly. I'd prove to her I didn't love her, because I wasn't true to her. If she told me she loved me, and every time I'd be gone, she'd take off with somebody else, it would prove that she didn't love me. That's right. Her actions prove it. I don't care how much she'd try to tell me, "Bill, I love you, and there's no one else in the world but you," I'd know she was a liar. And when you try to say, "Lord, I love You," and doing the things of the world, God knows you're a liar to begin with. So why... What's the use to accept an old half-way experience, and something another like that, when the great skies of heaven are full of the real thing? Why do you want to be a miserable, professed, half way, half-baked, so-called Christian, when you can be a real borned again child of God with the joybells of heaven ringing in your heart, rejoicing, and praising God, and living a life of victory through Jesus Christ. Not trying to do it yourself, because you'll fail to begin with. But take Him at His Word, and rest upon what He said was the truth, and believe Him, and love Him, and He'll make everything work right in right for you. That's it. That's the idea.
Hebrews Chapter Seven #1 - 57-0915E - William Branham
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