Talk about a hybrid. Do you know the most famous hybrid in the world? It has been with us for ages. It is the mule. It is a cross between a donkey and a horse. He is a funny kind of an animal. He can't reproduce himself. He has no life that can do that. Yet talk about work. He can outwork the horse or the donkey. But watch his nature. He is stubborn and you can never trust him. He is a perfect picture of hybrid religion. A cross between truth and darkness, for the horse is a type of the true believer and the ass a picture of the unrighteous one. Mix them and you have a sterile, formal religion. It hasn't the seed of life. It is dead. It can talk about truth but it can't produce it. It doesn't have God in its midst, yet it gathers together and talks about God, and all the while systematically denies the power. They will deny the Word in the very Name of the Lord. And there is never any hope for them. Do you realize that no organized religion ever had a revival? Never! Once they organized they died. They can't ever come back. No sir. I can show you that in type.
In Exodus 13:13,
"And every firstling of an ass thou shalt redeem with a lamb; and if thou wilt not redeem it, then thou shalt break his neck; and all the first-born of man among thy children shalt thou redeem."
See, the ass can be redeemed. Every miserable sinner can be redeemed by the blood sacrifice of Jesus Christ, or in rejecting Christ be rejected himself. But you don't redeem the mule. There is no redemption for him. There is no blood for him. There can't be because the mule takes refuge in the church while the ass takes refuge in the blood. The mule has "no seed" in him that can be quickened, but the ass has seed.
William Branham, Sermon "The Smyrnaean Church Age"
https://en.branham.ru/sermons/65-0003
Jesus said, God said, in the beginning, “Let every seed bring forth of its kind.” You take hybrid corn, and hybreed it, and plant it; plant that same seed next year, you got nothing. You got a better looking grain, but you haven’t got nothing. They’ve hybrid everything, in the world.
You take a mule; and, or take a—a jack and hybreed it to a mare, you got a mule, but that mule cannot breed back hisself. He is the ignorant-est thing on earth. I’ve drove them, all my life here, you’ll…he’ll wait till the last dying minute, to kick you. He don’t know nothing. You can’t teach him nothing.
You talk to him, he’s just like a lot of so-called Christians with the ears sticking out, “Haw? Haw?” They don’t even…Bray, and don’t know what they’re braying about. “Days of miracles is passed. There is no such a thing as healing.” But you take a nice…He don’t know where he come from. He don’t know who papa or mama is.
But a genuine thoroughbred horse knows who his papa was, who his mama was, who his grandpa, great-grandpa, great-great-great-great-, all the way back. He knows where he come from.
So does a genuine born-again Christian know where he come from. His origin wasn’t with John Wesley, Luther, or somebody else. It begin on the Day of Pentecost, when God Himself came among His people. And He is the Word made manifest. You can tell him the Word, and he’ll say, “Amen!”
The other one say, “I don’t know about That.” See that donkey, hybrid? See, it don’t know where he is going, he don’t know where he come from. He is in an awful shape.
William Branham, Sermon "Perseverant"
https://en.branham.ru/sermons/64-0305
