One of the displays at the Easter Open House was a recreation of Brother Branham's den room. This is where Brother Branham did numerous interviews and brought countless petitions before the Lord in prayer. All the furniture in the display was from the original den room in Jeffersonville. He sat on these couches. These lamps provided light as he studied the Word. His Bible rested on these tables. The trophies on the wall gave him fond memories of his time in the wilderness. This was his sanctuary.
On the left side of the room, there was a wooden chair, a footstool, and a small desk. This is where Brother Branham studied the Word. Instead of studying at his desk, he sat in this chair. He place the Bible on his left armrest and his notepad on the right.
Brother John and his wife, Sister Jean, seemed especially interested in the chair in the corner. I walked up to them and asked if there was something special they could share about that chair.
Brother John pointed to the footstool and said, “I think we sat on that very stool.” He then went on to give his testimony:
The wife and I were just married. She had short hair and was right out of the Assembly of God Church.
Brother John smiled, “You know, he knew what we were going to be and not what we were.” He went on with his testimony.
Brother Branham invited us into this room for an interview. He asked us if we knew what “honeymoon salad” was. I shook my head and he said, “lettuce alone.” Brother Branham also had a sense of humor.
There was a real pretty vase sitting on the table. He picked it up and showed it to us. He said, “Do you see how pretty this vase is? Do you see all the painting on it? What if I dropped it on the floor and it broke? I could glue it together and make it look like it was never broken, but it would never be the same. And that is how your marriage is. If you hurt each other and break it, you can pick up the pieces and put it together, but it will never be the same.
He looked at his wife and shook his head. “There was nothing hidden from that man. Those eagle eyes looked right through us.” Sister Jean then added, “I knew he was different.”
They then walked over to pose for a picture by the chair and stool. Tears filled their eyes as they looked down at furniture they saw that special day in 1960. Brother John shook my hand, but could not speak. “We loved him,” Sister Jean said as they walked away.
CloseBrother John and his wife, Sister Jean.