What can you show Him?

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42. Here some time ago in the State of Kentucky, up in the mountains. The story goes of a little precious mother with about ten children, laid dying with that dreadful disease, of tuberculosis. Oh, she had doctored, and done everything that she knowed to do, but the germ was killing her. It was taking her. Soon she was to die. Out of those ten children... Of course, she loved them. But there was none of them but one that would work. None of them would help her. She lay dying. She took her bed; she couldn't get up no more.
This one little girl, she done all the washing while her sisters trotted off over to the neighbor's to play. And she cooked for the rest of them. They'd be home at mealtime. Then when it come time to wash the dishes, away they--they'd go. She had to do it all, nobody else was left to do it.

43. Finally, death come up to the door one day and took her mother. Then it was all throwed onto her, to be mother then of all these children. The poor little thing worked, and she worked, and she worked till her little hands was calloused. And she done all that she could to be mother, to take her mother's place. Finally, she worked so hard and underfed too till the dreadful disease got her little broken down body. Finally, she took her bed, and she was dying.
There happened to be across the country, a Sunday school teacher drove up in a car, and went in to see her, and called her by name. And he said, "You understand that the--your disease is serious?"
And she said, "I understand that I am dying."
She said, "I've just consulted your physician, and he said that you were dying."
And she said, "Yes, that's right."
"Well," she said, "are you prepared for this a..." The good teacher said, "Are you prepared to meet this?"
And she said, "Oh, yes. I'm prepared to meet the Lord Jesus."
"Oh," she said, "that's very fine. Well now, what denomination do you belong to?"
She said, "I don't belong to any." She said, "I worked so hard here. Nobody would help." And said, "I--I don't belong to any denomination."
She said, "Child..." The good teacher said, "You must belong to a denomination." Said, "What are you going to show what denomination you belong to when you come before Him?" Said, "Well, wha--what group are going to associate with? What denomination can you tell Him that you belong to? What can you show Him?"
The little lady setting there, pulled her little calloused hands out from under the bed, said, "I'll just show Him my hands; He will understand." I think that's right. If we just show Him, and what we've done with what He's put in our hands. Let's do it with all that's in us.

What Went Ye Out To See? - 59-1001 - William Branham