<TITLE>03. Par 11-14</TITLE>L-11 I went to a man here sometime ago, killed in an accident. He was just dying. Come out of the accident, like manner. I seen many of them going that way. And I just wonder, that if when we're coming... Even death is hard. Jesus fought against it: "Is it possible this cup should pass?" But when we're coming right down to the end of the road... And I watched my wife when she went.
And I--I wonder, when we get to the end of the road there, if God just doesn't say to mother or some of them on the other side, "Look, daughter's coming home this morning. Go down there at the bank of the river, watch for them."
We get to see them when these eyes are becoming transformed from the natural to the supernatural. In that vision, when it's catching on us... It's a fog just dries away there, and we can look the other side and see them coming down to the river. I hope that's so. I don't know. I couldn't say it's true; I don't know. But I've seen that many times. Our loved ones pass on...

L-12 Many of you here, most of you are more like myself. Seems like yesterday I was just a little bitty old boy. And here I am. I look at my hands, and I think, "Oh, my." And I--I see myself, as--as just creeping along. I'm getting up in the years. I've yet... Well, it seemed like yesterday I just a little boy playing marbles. But here we have no continuing city, but we're seeking one to come whose Builder and Maker is God.
I think of when I was a little boy, we used to live in a little old cabin. There was a bunch of trees around it, a little old apple trees, and some big ones.
And I remember dad used to come home from work. He was a real full-blooded Irishman. His black wavy hair and blue eyes, small man about my size, but he's sturdy, husky built. He was a logger.
I'd see him roll his sleeves up like that, and his muscles in his arms. Oooh, my. I wanted to be like my daddy. And I thought my daddy will live to be a hundred years old. But he died with his head on my arms at fifty-two. We don't have any continuing city here, but we're seeking one to come.

L-13 I used to look at the little old house we lived in, little old log house boarded over. I thought that house will stand for a hundred years--hundreds of years. But there's a housing project there now. We don't have any continuing city here.
I used to see out in front of the door when a bunch of those Branhams... There was ten of us in the family, nine boys and a girl. And when there was about five of us, when we... I was...
To begin with my life story there, we used to have a place wallowed off out in front of the grass--or the porch. Look like where a bunch of little opossums had been playing, wallowing around, all of us.

L-14 Mama used to call dinner. And she would have a big old kettle. Did you ever see one of them big old kettles, had three legs? Great big old kettle, you put...?... How many ever seen one of the old kettles? Oh, my, just look at that. Ha. We all know what good eating is then, don't we? Just as slick as it could be on the inside.
And she'd cook mulligan stew. That's very Irish. How many knows what mulligan stew is? It's beef, barley, potatoes, yes, there you are, carrots. We chop it, put it all in together, cook it up, and then leave it set for two or three days, keep eating out of it. Last day it was better than the first, because the cabbage got the taste; and potatoes, potatoes, and cabbage, and licked it all up. Dip it out with a teacup. Yes, sir. Mama got a big old dipper.


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