<TITLE>12. Par 134-143</TITLE>L-134 If I'm not mistaken, Rev. Hooper, from Phoenix, Arizona, setting in the back of the building, he could verify that statement. Wasn't you there that night, Rev. Hooper? There's a man there was right there just when it taken place. Write to Rev. G. H. Brown, 505 Victory Street, Little Rock, Arkansas, and ask him for the testimony. Let him send you... Let the sanatorium testify of it. That's one of the thousands.

L-135 Just once more. The day after this, the Angel of the Lord came into the building... And then I will start the prayer line.
I was--I was down to El Dorado. I'm to be there at the race track about two nights, just soon as I leave here, I go to Shreveport, and then to El Dorado, and on down. I--I was over to a little church. They said, "If you'll come over to speak at this church..."
Thousands had packed the city. And the reporter had been converted on this picture, the keeper of the--the hotel, both the same time. They wanted to know how to find Jesus. Been members of churches for years, but when they seen the work of God, that God was doing with it, in among His people... They had me in a--a--a little room. And I was preaching.

L-138 And when I went out, there was four men gathered around me, started out the door. And stand in the rain out there, a holding canvas over their loved ones and everything, for city blocks, people waiting; no place to go, no, couldn't even get in, place nowhere, no private homes. They had newspapers laying down, holding canvas, when a shower rain would come over, little crippled children, and waiting for their turn to try to get in the prayer line. I tell you, brother, that's people who love God. That's right. I never will forget. So many phenomenal things, mystics has happened along the line. I was started out of the building, people crying, pressing, trying to get over to where we was at, like that. They had this line moving on towards the car.

L-139 I kept hearing somebody hollering, "Mercy. Mercy. Mercy."
And I looked around. I could hear it somewhere, look like Something just jumping in my heart. I looked. Standing way over to one side... In Arkansas they have a--a law: the colored and the white can't be together. Standing off to one side was a colored man, just a little cap hold in his hands, standing there in the rain, and the rain hitting him in the face. His wife, hollering, "Mercy. Mercy. Mercy."
I thought about old blind Bartimaeus. And I started to go on, and looked like Something just telling me not to do that. Hundreds of them, pressing, I said, "I want to go over to where that colored man is."
They said, "Brother Branham, you can't do that." Two of them was police. They said, "You'd start a race riot right now." Said, "You can't do that."
I said, "But the Lord's telling me to go over where he's at."

L-143 And I just broke out to one side and went over there. They formed a little ring. And I heard her say, when I come up; the old wife, she said, "Here comes the parson, honey." My, my. Got over a little close to where he was...
He said, "Is this you, Parson Branham?"
And I said, "Yes, sir."
He begin to feel me on the face with his hand. And he said, "Parson, have you just a minute to hear my story?"
I said, "Yes, sir."


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