When you got the Message, keep going. Amen. Say, "I can't walk up again. No, I'm getting weak." Just keep on going. Don't stop. Laying everything aside, just keep cutting through. Brother, you got the Sword in your hand, just keep chopping.
I went into a football stadium, one time, and was going to preach. And I stopped at the door and looked up, up there. It said, "It's not the size of the dog in the fight. It's the size of the fight in the dog." So that's what wins the battle. See?

You say, "Well, look. Look at all the great churches are against This."
I don't care what size they are. It's the fight that's in the dog, that's what counts. It's the faith that's in the individual. If you're a coward, get back to your cuddle hole. But, brother, if you're a soldier, stand out there. There's a battle on. Right and wrong is engaged. Let's fight.
Like Peter Cartwright, went into a city, said, "Lord told me to—to come in here and have a revival." He rent an old storeroom, got in there and begin to clean it up.
And the big bully of the town, the pistol hanging on his side, walked down. Got doors… Some of them, said, "What's that guy doing down there?"
Said, "He's a preacher. He's going to have a meeting, he said."
"Well," he said, "guess I'll just have to go down and throw him out in the street, and run him out of here. That's all. We don't want no meetings around our place."
So he goes down there, stomped the door. And Peter Cartwright had his coat on, you know, and he was just washing the windows and walls down. A little bitty fellow, you know.
The old preacher laughed at him, you know, for eating chicken with his hands; which is etiquette today, you know.
So he was just washing the windows and fixing around. The big bully walked over, pulled his coat back, pistol hanging on his side, said, "What are you doing?"
"Oh," he said, "I'm washing windows." And just kept on washing the window, you know. He had one purpose. God told him to hold a revival. Washing the windows, on down.
He said, "We don't allow revivals around here."
He said, "Oh, but the Lord told me to—to hold this revival." See? He just kept on, out at his work. See? See?
"Well," he said, "there's one thing you—you have to understand." He said, "I run this town around here."
He said, "Oh, you do?" And just kept on washing the windows, you know.
He said, "Before you have a revival, you have to whip me first."
He said, "Oh, I do? Well, I'll just do that next then."
He just took off his coat. Walked over there, and reached by the collar and knocked him down on the floor, and jumped up on top of him. Said, "I must fight, if I should reign. Increase my courage, Lord." Pound the tar out of him.
Said, "You got enough?"
He said, "Yes." He got up and shook his hand. He got saved that night, in church.
There you are.

William Branham, Sermon "The Greatest Battle Ever Fought"
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