<TITLE>09. Par 33-37</TITLE>L-33 So tomorrow night, if the Lord willing, I will tell you what happened in Finland. But now our time is getting by.
And as I started walking, I heard someone page me at the international airport, just out of London, about twenty miles. Brother Baxter said, "Let me take it, Brother Branham." And he went ahead.
There was ministers there, paging me. They said, "Come out here. That Miss Florence Nightingale from Africa, just come in a plane ahead of you. She's dying, and wants you to come to her." Oh, how could I get to her there in all that mass?
I told him, I said, "You take her on to your home. I want to go down there to Buckingham Palace. And then you call me, and I will be at the Piccadilly Hotel." Brother Baxter and I fixed it up with him. We went on to the hotel.

L-34 And on the second day, after we'd went to the palace, and up to John Wesley's place, and so forth, we came back down the Westminster Abbey. Then we went into the hotel. And this minister, English minister, called, with his little cab. And we went down to his house, and it's kindly foggy that morning. We went up... had a lovely place, and his big church. We went upstairs. And there were many of them to welcome us.

L-35 And, oh, brother, sister, you reading that little book of mine, seeing there about little Georgie Carter, she only weighed thirty-something pounds. Nine years and a half, she'd never moved. I thought that was the poorest person I ever seen, when she'd never raised off of her back, for nine years and eight months. She's my piano player at the Milltown Baptist Church tonight where I'm pastor. But... And the people in the neighborhood, said, "Let her get healed, and we'll all believe." But it never made one believer. So they thought she was bewitched or hypnotized. That's been years ago, and she's still bewitched then, and hypnotized. She's gained some nearly a hundred pounds since then.

L-36 Then, this woman, when we went in there... When Brother Baxter looked at her, he--he just turned his face. He could hardly stand to look at the poor woman. And myself, when I seen her, I--I thought that my heart would swell out. She couldn't speak loud enough for me to hear her. So I got down real low, and one of the nurses translated what she said--or said to me. She said, "Brother Branham, I want to touch your hand." And oh, friends, we--we all going to leave one day, unless Jesus comes for His Church. And we got to go back to the dust of the earth, for that's ordained of God that we should do so.
When I taken a hold of that hand, I do not believe (just speaking from my heart), that a skeleton's hand would have been any more: just as cold, and just the bones. And I took a hold of her hand. And her arm was just the arm bones.

L-37 And she wanted me to see her body. Now, I wish to make this statement; I'm... have a mixed audience here. But I want you to understand me, as your brother. And over her--her body, when they taken the--the sheet off of her, she wasn't, didn't look like a human; it looked like a skeleton. As a lady, how they're built in the bosom, everything was sunk through and there was just the ribs there. And her body was so poor, until in her hips, where the ring was, the ring in the hip, the skin had growed together through the ring like that. And her limbs was just about that big around, up here around where they jointed into the socket. How the woman was living, only our heavenly Father knows. And she was crying, the tears was running off the side of her face. And where there was enough moisture to the--for the tears, I do not know. Her legs where real blue, the bone, like on her, where they fed her glucose and stuff, for she'd never been able to swallow for several months.


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