<TITLE>17. Par 55-57</TITLE>L-55 Oh, sister, how could you doubt? Come here, sister. Oh, Jesus, have mercy on the poor thing, Lord. She's trying hard, but Thou art here to help her. Dear God, as Your humble servant lays hands upon her and asks for mercy, grant it, Lord. Satan, I adjure thee by Jesus Christ the Son of God, come out of the woman and don't bother her no more.
Now, lady, do you... Did I tell you the truth when I was speaking, whatever it was? If you were--if you attended doctors, I'd tell you what was wrong with you and what to do. You don't need to do it if you'll believe what... It's been pains in here; you've been worried. You thought you had cancer in your lungs. Isn't that right? I'm not reading your mind, but I--I know what... See, it isn't... You haven't no cancer; that's a pinched nerve (that's exactly), coming from the vertebrae in the back of your back. That's back there in the back, is that right? All right, how'd I know that? All right, go believe now, and be well in the Name of the Lord Jesus.
Let's say, "Praise be to the Lord Jesus Christ, Who giveth all good things to those who seek after Him. Blessed be the Name of the Lord."

L-56 Now, just a moment, if I can remember, the lady is upset. And she thinks she had cancer; she's worried; she's cried; she's been prayed for, everything. I see her standing; there's a building, something like this. There were many people rejoicing. Now, that materialized here before me. And I seen her troubled, and I looked around and I seen her holding her back like this. It's nothing but a pinched vertebrae in her back. If she was going to a doctor, I'd say go to a chiropractor and let him relieve that. But if she got faith in God, she don't need to go to a chiropractor. Jesus Christ does it for her. That's right. Amen.

L-57 All right, everyone reverent. All right. Let's see, you're the... Oh, it's--it's a boy. All right. Well, bless his little heart, a fine boy. Now, do you believe, mother? With all your heart, you believe? Well, now you just be seated there by the--in the chair, if you will, so I can get the little boy by himself.
How do you do, little fellow? My, I don't imagine this little boy... Do you like to fish? Isn't it... Every little boy... You know what I think about little boys? I think a little boy that likes to fish, and loves his mother, is a good boy. Would you believe that? Yes, sir. Oh, poor little lad. Look here, sonny boy. You and I don't know one another, do we? But you realize what's wrong with you, don't you, honey? Look, you're suffering with a heart trouble; that's rheumatic fever in your heart, is it sonny boy? Your parents are besides themselves almost. The doctor has done said he couldn't do nothing for you. You know that. But looky here, sonny boy. Jesus Christ...

