<TITLE>04. Par 11-13</TITLE>L-11 And I didn't get in that day. And the next day they called me, and, Christian friends, one of the most pathetic sights that I ever witnessed in my lifetime, I witnessed it then. As many of you boys here, was in the services in the last war, England, their houses are up over the business... And I was taken up to a lovely home where two nurses was waiting on this Mrs. Nightingale. And when I went in, there was several ministers there. Four of my managers went with me. And when we entered into the room, I tell you, I--I never seen anything quite like it, even with these women here. Mrs. Carter, back there, who was probably lighter in weight but she's a smaller girl. This girl would've weighed... Being that she'd have been five foot, six or seven inches tall, would probably weighed in a normal weight, a hundred and fifty or sixty pounds, maybe a hundred and seventy, tall lanky like woman. And there she was until she'd withered away.

L-12 Now, this is a mixed audience and I'm sure you'll regard me as your brother, to a... In her body in here, there was no more to it, that her bosom, breast, had sunk down in beneath the ribs, and when they pulled the sheet off of her, why her--she was so thin, till the--the skin, through the ring of her hip here, had come together. And where she was crying, I couldn't hear what she was saying. Some of the nurses got down real low, and she said, "Ask... Tell Brother Branham; I want to shake his hand." And when I took ahold, and they raised that arm up, and I took ahold of those bones, you'll never know what a feeling went through me: a mortal in that condition.
And the nurse knowed she wanted something else, and I got down close. And so I couldn't understand her. And the nurse told me; she said, "Tell Brother Branham to ask God to let me die. I--I can't go like this." And she just withered away. And I couldn't ask for her to die after she'd prayed so hard, and she'd told God, she said, "If I can--if--if I can just..." Wanted Him to let me come down, pray for her. And she said if I'd ever pray for her, she knowed she'd get well.
And such gallant faith like that. And then when I met her, to ask her to--God to let her die, that was more than what I thought would be right. And I said to her; I said, "Sister, I can't ask God to let you die. Let us kneel and pray."

L-13 And usually, England is foggy, about--an island like. And the window was up. And I'll never forget this experience. I knelt down to pray, and I'd... Those ministers all gathered around. And I started praying. I said, "Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name..." and just as I said that, a little turtledove flew in the window and begin to walk up and down the cell--sill of the window, going, "Coo, Coo, Coo." And all the time I was praying, he walked back and forth, up and down the sill of the window. Then when I said, "Amen," the little fellow spread his wings and flew away.
Those ministers raised up and said, "Did you notice?" And before I could say anything, the Spirit of the Lord came and told her that she'd be well.
And I got her pictures now, after eight months. I just happened to bring it tonight, because that was my "go light" to Africa, and she's really got the country on fire. They claim there'd be a hundred thousand people at the first meeting.
Here's her picture just before I prayed for her. Can you see it back there? I guess it's kindly hard. I might've had one of the ushers, if they will, to walk over here, and take this picture, and just make a little round down through there.
Now, I... When I seen her; it was eight weeks after this: they was feeding her glucose and so forth. And then here's her picture at today. Miracle... Now, that's Mrs. Florence Nightingale. Her great grandmother was the founder of the Red Cross, and a--a really a noted woman that a...
Teddy, son, would you come get this one also, if you will, and take it right along with you? Just walk down the aisles and turn sideways to show it if you can.


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