THE ODDBALL

To them that perish foolish

Is the preaching of the cross

And the wisdom of our God

Nothing else but loss

To the formal in religion

Just a block to stumble

And to learned men around us

Far to low and humble

But God has made so foolish*

The learning of the wise

And by preaching reaches out to save

And opens blinded eyes

Just to be an oddball

A nut with matching thread

That fits the bolt and winds us to

The Word that died and bled

How can an earth bound creature

Understand the one that flies

The expansive view that this one sees

From the vantage of the skies

Since I’m a fool for Christ

May I ask whose fool are you?

If not God, you serve some one

So may I ask you who? 

 The world gets in such a place in a turmoil, and the church gets so sewed up in worldlyism, and denominationalism, and so forth, till it takes sometimes a nut to hold the thing together. That's right. If we don't have it, we don't have it... We don't have the church.
Now, we can think of that subject just for a few moments. Paul said, "I have become a fool (or a nut) just for..." Now, you have to be somebody's nut. You can either be a nut for the world, or a nut for Christ.
One day in California, I was walking down the street, and there was a man. He had a sign in the front of him, like this. Said, "I am a fool for Christ." And on his back he had a sign that said, "Now, who's fool are you?"  So he had to be somebody's fool.
William Branham, The Oddball 64-05-31