<TITLE>13. Par 47-48</TITLE>L-47 They went with me. And they drawed a ring around. And I never will forget. I heard his wife say, "Honey, the parson is coming towards you--the parson."
And so I left, and I come up to where he was. And he said, "Is--is--is--is--is this you, Parson Branham?" Said, "Can I feeled your face?" And he put his old quivering hands over my face.
I said, "Yes, sir."
He said, "Parson Branham, can you listen just a moment to my story?"
I said, "Yes, sir. Go right ahead."
And the people just trying to break through, but they were holding their arms, holding the people back. And he said, "Parson Branham," Said, "my old mammy had 'ligion like you got." "'Ligion like you got." Said, "Her never told me lie all her life." Said, "She's been dead now for ten years." Said, "I's been blind for about eight years." And said, "Last night," said, "I never heard of you in my life." And said, "Last night, about eight o'clock." Said, "I live about a hundred and fifty miles from here." Said, "My old mammy stood right by the side of my bed. And she said, 'Honey child, you go down to Camden, Arkansas and ask for someone by the name of Parson Branham, and you'll get your sight.'"
Oh, my. I just put my hand upon his poor old dark wrinkled face. I said, "Lord Jesus, I do not understand this. But I ask for his sight in Thy Name."
And as I moved my hand down, friends, God will judge me at the judgment bar. And when I moved my hands down, tears begin to run down his cheeks. He said, "Honey, I can see."
She said, "Honey." She begin to scream, said, "Can you see?"
Said, "Sho, that's a red car setting right there." Said, "There stands Parson Branham." And him screaming like that. And there he was, perfectly well.

L-48 A few months ago, coming from Dallas, I was grounded by plane. I'll tell you this before leaving. I was co--grounded by a plane at Memphis, Tennessee. I stayed all night, and the next morning they called us and said that the plane will leave at nine o'clock.
And I went down. I was writing some letters back, and I went to the Post Office, had my grip. And I was going down to the Post Office to mail the letters, and I was going down the street singing that little song that you Pentecost people sing, "I'm So Glad I Can Say I'm One Of Them." Isn't that it? Something about people telling everywhere. I was trying to sing that, you know. And I started across the street, and Something said, "Stop."


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