<TITLE>13. Par 47-50</TITLE>L-47 I turned around; I said, "How'd you know I was a parson?"
She said, "Parson, did you ever read in the Bible about that Shunammite woman that had that baby by promise?"
I said, "Yes, auntie. I've read that a many a time. I preached on it not long ago."
She said, "I's is that kind of woman, too. And I told the Lord if He give me a child, I'd raise it for Him." Said, "Parson, the Lord give me a boy, and I raised him till he was in his teens." Said, "He took a road that's wrong, got out with some bad company." Said, "He's laying here dying now. He caught a bad disease, and the doctors can't do nothing for him." Said, "They give him all kinds of shots," but said, "he's a backslider." And said, "He laying in here dying." Said, "He'd been unconscious since day before yesterday." And said, "He don't know nothing. He thinks he's out in a big deep sea somewhere, cold." And said, "Parson, it just breaks my heart to see my boy die like that." And said, "I--I want him saved." And said, "I prayed all night. And I said, 'Lord, You give me that baby, but--but where's the Elijah?'" She said, "Now, Lord, will You help me. Don't let my baby die like this." And said, "And the Lord told me this morning..." And said, "I kinda fell asleep there in my chair; and I dreamed that I was to come out here and stand in this gate and I'd see a man coming dressed like you is." Oh, my. You know how that makes you feel?

L-48 I said, "Auntie, my name is Branham. Did you ever hear of me before?"
She said, "No, sir, I never heard of you."
Oh, my. I said, "Auntie, I pray for the sick."
She said, "Do you?"
I said--I said, "Can I come in to see your boy?"
She said, "Sure, parson." And when she raised that little old gate back with a chain on it and a plow point for a weight, for a weight behind it... I've went into kings palaces, and I went into big fine homes, but I never was more welcome than I was when I walked in that little gate that morning, under that trestle. She walked just as happy. She knew something had to happen; God was on both ends of the line.

L-49 So I walked into the room. First thing upon there was a little old sign, "God bless our home," little old chunk stove, that we call it in the south, setting there, and a little poster bed. Here was a great big stout looking boy, about a hundred and eighty pounds, around seventeen, eighteen years old, laying there with a blanket in his hand, going, "Mummm, Mummm," like that. He said, "It's so cold, mama. Mummm."
She patted him. She said, "Mama's baby."
I thought right then of motherly love. No matter what he'd done, how much disgrace; it was mother's still baby. She kissed him on his forehead.
And I thought, "If the love of a mother can go like that, what will the love of God do? When He said, 'A mother may forget her suckling babe, but I'll never forget you.'" I think, "Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me."

L-50 Then while she was over her boy there, I said, "Auntie, let's pray." She never said nothing about his healing, she wanted him to be saved. And so before he went she wanted to have a witness that he was saved. And that old saint got down on there floor. I couldn't pray. Hear her pray, oh, my, she opened up that heart, and the tears rolling down her cheeks, she said, "Lord, if You'll just let him tell me that him going to be with--with Jesus," said, "I'll be happy," and like that. And I just knelt there and held my head down and cried like a baby.
In a few moments, she raised up, she said, "Thank You, Lord." And she went over, she said, "Mommy's baby." Patted it like that. And I felt his feet, just as cold as they could be, death was on the boy. And he said...
I said, "Does he...?"
He said, "He don't know..."
I said, I spoke to the boy, I said, "How you feeling now, young man?"
He just kept going, "Hmm."
She said, "He don't know where he's at parson; he ain't been conscious for two days now."
And I said, "Let's pray again, sister."


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