<TITLE>30. Par 38-38</TITLE>L-38 The day after that, Brother Bosworth come showed me a skeleton picture. Said, "Brother Branham, Florence Nightingale is calling from Durban, South Africa, come pray for her." Said, "She's the great-great granddaughter, something to late, Florence Nightingale of all the..."
I thought, "There is another one those renowns."
I said, "Brother Bosworth, and all these things going, I can't..." I'm fixing to close in a minute. I said, "I want you to get the last of this now, so that you'll know, and you'll hear me speak something just in a minute, I want you to mark it down." I said, "Brother Bosworth, I can't go, the way things are now. I can't do it." I said, "Let's pray." We knelt down on the floor, he and I, my little girl, and my wife, and we knelt in the floor, and prayed.
And I said, "God, if You'll heal this Miss. Nightingale, then that'll be sign for me to go to Africa, 'cause, I've always wanted to go down there to that, them people and take this to them." And I said, "If You'll heal her." I forgot about it. Weeks passed, six or eight weeks. The woman had to be held up. You seen her picture in "The Voice of Healing," we got it here just... There it is back there in the book also, just a skeleton standing. Well, it was...
She couldn't eat she had a--a cancer on the duodenum of the stomach like that, and duodenum of the stomach, and--big malignant growth that cut off. Nothing could go down. They give her glucose, till her veins collapsed, and that was all. And there, her laying there in that condition, dying, praying for me to come. And I said, "Lord, if You heal her... Weeks and weeks later, I landed in London, England. I was going to go down to see if the King George would--being in. So then, I--I heard them page me, and Brother Baxter went down there; he seen who it was. Florence Nightingale had found out, some way, I don't know, that I was coming to London, and she flew in just a little bit ahead of me.
And when she flew in there, I went to the... They wanted me to go out and see in it, and you couldn't even... She couldn't get out of the...?... thought she wasn't going to die. I had a minister take her to the house, after I went out to Buckingham Palace, back to Westminster Abbey, and the next morning I went into London. I will never forget this. Listen close now.
You couldn't go home if you was dismissed anyhow. It's pouring down raining. So you, listen just a moment. Maybe it'll cool off for tonight's service. Thank God for it.


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