<TITLE>02. Par 5-7</TITLE>L-5 And many times, a few years ago, going up and down the street here, as a little lad, I--I never thought that I would have the opportunity to travel for our Lord. But He has so blessed the services till, well, we went internationally now around the world. And this is my second trip across, and I--I trust it'll--this time will mean more than the other.
Last time when we was in Finland, Sweden, England, all through the Scandinavian countries, and down into France, and Belgium, Scotland, Ireland, there was literally hundreds, hundreds and thousands of people attended the meetings, sometime as many as forty thousand at a time, one single gathering. And they was so many healings and things taking place, till it would be almost numerous to--to speak of them.

L-6 Now, I was just thinking of just before leaving, I was in Houston, Texas, having a--a meeting there when the--I was called to South Africa, to fly down, and to visit a Miss Florence Nightingale. She's a--a granddaughter of the late Florence Nightingale, which is the founder of the Red Cross. Many of you know of Florence Nightingale. And this is one of her granddaughters. She's a noted woman in South Africa. She had a cancer. And the cancer was in the stomach, and nothing could be done; it got too much of a hold on her before she realized it. A cancer is more or less deceitful, and she just found out. She didn't want to eat very much and just set, closing off. And when they opened her up it was impossible to perform the operation. So they just laid her back, or to die, and closed up the--the mouth of the stomach until she--or the entry where the stomach empties into the intestinal tract. They closed up there until she couldn't eat at all. They fed her glucose in different ways through her veins until they couldn't feed no more. And then they just had to wait for the death to come.

L-7 She sent me a picture, and it's one of the most horrible looking sights that I ever seen of a human being. I thought, at the time, looking at it, it was more thinner than--than the little Georgie Carter. She's probably here tonight. She weighed thirty-five pounds when she was healed. She'd been an invalid, laying in the bed for nine years and eight months: hadn't moved off of her back for nine years and eight months: a tubercular case. And when, by a vision, went down to the people... She lived at Milltown, Indiana, and there I went in and prayed for her, and our Lord healed her. And she's never been to bed since for nothing but just to go to bed at night: she's perfectly normal, well, the piano player at the Milltown Baptist Church, at this time.
I wonder if Georgie's in the building tonight, could testify or just stand up. Just raise your hand, Miss Carter, if you're here. Usually, she's near. I guess that she isn't inside. Oh, here she is, yes. Let's say, "Praise the Lord" in this a way, just with our hands like this. That's right. [The congregation applauds--Ed.] Nine years and eight months without raising from the bed; she weighed practically thirty-five pounds.


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