<TITLE>05. Par 17-20</TITLE>L-17 Thank all the ushers and the officers, and everything is cooperating, though they give me...?... this afternoon. [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]... a few minutes overtime. Not... I was in the parking lot, supposed to leave here at four o'clock. And I was out running around here and there. And the Lord called me on two visions today, to go out to...?... on the streets today. I was setting in the room. The Lord came down, and He said, "Go down to this corner and turn to the left and go down here and stand there. There'll be a woman come along with a gray suit on, a little white hat." Said, "She has cancer to be healed."
And there she was, coming down the street. She said, "Aren't you Reverend Branham from that tent?"
I said, "Yes."
She said, "Oh, I tried to come, but my husband won't let me come to..."
I said, "The Lord has healed you of your cancer, sister. Pass on in peace."
Said, "Oh, my." She went down the street weeping like that. See, God knows all about those things. And so it's marvelous.

L-18 I believe I seen a--a backslider brother come to the Lord this afternoon too, come back to the house of the Lord, to the fellowship of His--His Son, Jesus. Now, pray much.
And I was just looking at two sweet little girls setting here. Bless their little hearts...?... Just as sweet. I...?... two of the little girls just setting there with a little blond hair.
I remember one of the most pathetic sights I ever seen in my life was at Mexico, where we're going to try to make those trips this winter if possible. I remember we went across the border at Juarez. The first time I was ever in Mexico. And when Brother Moore and I, we crossed the border and went in there, I walked down the street. And oh, my, the people on the streets, TB and everything.
I reached down and tried to give them money and take hold of their hand. My, how that tubercular would be hitting. I'd try to tell them; I couldn't understand their language, and they couldn't understand mine. They pulled back. They were afraid, like... I went on down the street. We went around by some church. And oh, it was very poor.

L-19 We seen a little fellow there was sacking up old rotten tomatoes on a little...?... down the street. I tell you. It would make you feel like you were no good when you seen that.
I noticed another sight. There was a little fellow there. He didn't have on no clothes, but just a coat. He had a little old bill, fastened it all full of paper all tore up. He was reaching down in an old garbage can. He's pulling out something, you know, and he'd shake the water off, and rake the things off his hand, and look at it. Nearly all of them was partly blind. He looked at it like that, and he lay it in a little bitty old bucket of a thing.
His grandmother standing there, barefooted, and her feet's like a bear on the bottom, just as calloused as it could be, piece of an old dirty shawl on, standing there keep the cold in her hands. And he'd reach down and feeled again.
And I said, "I'm going over to look at that."
They said, "Oh, you oughtn't to go over there." Said, "They..."

L-20 I went over there. What it was, this little Mexican boy was getting little bitty bits of potatoes, about like that, out of the bottom of the slop can there. When Mexico throws anything away, it's really bad. But he had about a half a dozen. Now, and he was just laughing, and they were laughing. They were looking at their potatoes.
I thought, "My, And I just left over there. And my brethren had paid about at least seventy-five cents or a dollar for my breakfast when we crossed the border." I looked at the poor little fellow. I... Looked like their heart would just swell out of him.
Now, he might be a little Mexican. But he gets just as hungry as a little American. When he's hungry, he's just as hungry. Yes, sir. And Jesus died for him just the same as--as He died for all of us. And I looked at him; I thought, "Poor little thing. What if that was my little Billy Paul." Looked at him...


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