<TITLE>04. Par 12-14</TITLE>L-12 So, right on that place, I go back there and pray hours after hours over every piece of goods that I send to the people. Now, I don't send handkerchiefs, because they cost about ten cents apiece, and we send out around, oh, anywhere from five, six, seven thousand a week. I don't have the money to do that. But I buy hundreds and hundreds of yards of ribbon and cut it off in little strips like this so the people can pin it on their clothes. I'll be glad to send you one. If you don't need it right now, put it in the Bible on Acts 19, and just keep it there. And if an emergency rises, take it and lay it on your child that's got the croup, or whatever takes place, and believe God. Just as a little token of His love in this meeting. And many things has been done. And it's free of charge, just send, we'd be happy to send it to you.

L-13 Now, I, this lady, I gave her a handkerchief, she wanted me to, she said, "Bless the handkerchief." Now, a lot of people anoint them. That's all right. Anything that God blesses, I'm for it. But if you watch the Scripture, Paul didn't anoint them, he taken them off of his body (See?), just off of his body. I believe that's right, isn't it, you brothers? And Paul knew that...
You know where I think he got that, brother? I think when Elijah taken the, told, said, "Take my staff and go lay it on the child." You see? Elijah knew that everything that he touched was blessed. But whether the woman would believe it or not... And Paul taken from his body, handkerchiefs and aprons and lay it on the sick, and unclean spirits went out of them, and diseases were healed.
Now, it wasn't Paul, it was God. That is God, in honoring the people's faith in His servant. Well now, the same God was there, I'm not the Saint Paul, none of us are, but He's still the same Jesus. You see? It wasn't--it wasn't the Saint Paul anyhow, but it was Jesus.

L-14 Now, this woman taken it and put it in her Bible. And a few weeks after that, she was cleaning a lamp chimney, way back there in the cotton country of Arkansas, and the old lamp chimney broken and cut the artery in her arm. Now, this is her story. She got a pillow slip and put over it, and it just got wet with blood. She got a sheet. Closest neighbor was two miles; her husband was in the city. And she was bleeding, getting weaker, she knew she was going to die shortly if something didn't happen. And she thought of the handkerchief; she went got the handkerchief and laid it on there. Now, here's her testimony. When her husband came in that evening... She waded, about two mile or better, through the mud with her boots on, hung a lantern in the tree, caught the Greyhound bus, and come to Little Rock where I was holding the meeting, and walked in with these boots on, holding this handkerchief, praising God. The handkerchief wasn't even stained, just a miracle, just stopped it right like that. The woman was dying; that's the only thing that she could get to like that, that she knew of, and God honored her faith in doing so.


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