<TITLE>18. Par 210-226</TITLE>L-210 I set down and took my little old gun apart, was standing there shining it. I... Meda said to me, my wife; she said, "What are you doing back?"
I said, "I don't know. He just told me to go back. 'Obedience is better than sacrifice, hearkening to the fats of rams.' Just come back." I set down there and was shining the little old gun.
And the first thing you know, I noticed, coming around the house; and here he come with his hat setting sideways, you know, and the mucus hanging from his nose, and he come in. He said... [Brother Branham knocks--Ed.] He said, "Mrs. Branham?"
Said, "Yes."
"Is the preacher here?"
Said, "Yes." Said, "Come in, Mr. Andrews."
Said, "Hello, preacher."
And I said, "Good morning, Mr. Andrews. Have a chair."

L-213 He said, [Brother Branham sniffs--Ed.] "You--you heard about Mrs. Andrews?
I said, "No."
Said, "Well," said, "she's going to die, preacher."
I said, "Oh, that's too bad." I said, "I hate to hear that." Said, "Although I know you got a good doctor."
And he said, "Yes," he said, "but it--it--it wasn't appendicitis."
And I said, "It wasn't? No?"
Said, "No. We got a specialist there now from Louisville." Said, "It's a blood clot. It's just about couple hours from her heart," said, "moving on up to her heart." Said, "She's going to die."
I said, "My, it's too bad. I hate to hear that." Just kept on shining my gun.

L-217 He said, "Well," he said, "well, uh, she's, uh, she's very bad."
And I said, "Yes, sir." I said, "That's..." Let him sweat awhile, so I just went ahead and kept working on my gun.
He said, "Well, uh, uh," he said, "you reckon you could help her?"
I said, "Me?" I said, "I'm not a doctor. I don't know what to do, sir." I said, "I'm not a doctor."
He said, "Well, uh, uh, you know," said, "uh, I--I--I thought maybe--maybe you could, uh, help her a little."
And I said, "What do you mean?"
He said, "Well, uh, you know, like the woman down on the..."
I said, "I see." I said, "That wasn't me. That was the Lord Jesus."
And he said, "Well..."
I said, "I thought you didn't believe in Him?"

L-224 He told me a little story one time. His--his grandmother had, or his--his aunt, I believe it was, had made a promise, she'd pay an old circuit preacher five dollars at the end of the year. She'd washed clothes, and she didn't have the money to pay him. And the wash day come, and then the preacher was going to be there, and she didn't have any money. And she had a dime, or a nickel, or whatever it cost for a big old bar of soap, and she sent him to the store. Come back, and said, she took the--the bar of soap, and the--and was crying." Said, "She reached down and got her big old apron and wiped her tears.
And she was over the old kettle, like your mothers used to have to do. 'Course, you just touch a button now. That's gone, you see.

L-226 But she put the soap on the washboard like this. And putting it on; she heard something rubbing. And she happened to look down, and looked, sticking in the bar of soap, and there was a five-dollar gold piece; and she had promised the old circuit preacher." She said...
I said, "How did that get there?"
Said, "Well, I'm just a wondering?"
I said, "The resurrected Jesus did that. She made the promise with all good heart. She thought she could do it, and God had made a way for her." Just the way He does things, is the way you recognize Him. Just by what He does, the things that He does, the way He does it. She said...
He said, "Well, I--I wondered, always." Said, "It's always been on my heart, wonder if there was..."
I said, "If there was?" I said, "There is, Mr. Andrews."


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