<TITLE>10. Par 34-37</TITLE>L-34 The Holy Ghost said, "Ann, stand." Here stands this blind prophetess. Here she comes winding her way through the crowd: blind, led by the Spirit, moving along. Directly, she comes right straight to where Simeon was standing, lifted up her hands, and blessed God, led by the Holy Spirit. There's no two Holy Spirit's. There's only One. And the same reason that you're here tonight, you sick people, the same Holy Ghost that led Simeon, the same Holy Ghost that led Ann, has led you here, for you believe that there's a fountain open somewhere for healing. It's here, God moving among His people, believing.
I remember when Florence Nightingale, when we landed in London, England. I was in Houston when I got her picture. You see it in the book there. Florence Nightingale her--her grandmother founded the Red Cross. She sent many letters and three or four airplane tickets to fly to Durban, South Africa: nothing but a skeleton. Cancer on the duodenum of the stomach. All the best surgeons through out the lands couldn't touch her. It was growed plumb over, covered her stomach over. She'd cried and begged. And I committed it to the Lord, and said, "Lord, if You'll just heal her, I will go down there someday."

L-35 And I went over to England; I was going there. The king had sent me a cablegram, to come for his multiple sclerosis, after Mr. Leymond in Fort Wayne had been healed. I told him, "I only could pray and do what the Lord would say do."
Mr. Leymond was setting in the meeting, bed patient for ten years. I looked out there and seen a vision of him, walking. I said, I said, "Sir, the Lord Jesus has made you whole. Stand up!" And a man had been a bed patient for ten years walked down through the building. He was a friend of King George's private secretary. I got his seal, his letter, and everything. Second day he played eighteen holes of golf, after he couldn't stand up the next day five minutes at a time. Amazing grace how sweet the sound!
Look. I heard a page down there at the international airport. And I went in there, and Mr. Baxter, one of the managers went in, while the rest of us was going on. And said, "Florence Nightingale has just flew in a few minutes ahead." Said, "She's dying out here in a plane." Why there was thousands of people had gathered there. I couldn't even get near the place. I told that Anglican minister, I said, "Take her to your parsonage. I'm going down to Westminster Abbey. And after that, I'm going over to Buckingham Palace. I will be to see you." And I didn't get to see her till the next morning.

L-36 And they come and got me, and I went into her room. And Christian friends, if you'd have ever seen that sight, a woman almost about five foot ten inches tall, laying there. When I went in, she couldn't move, she was laying like that. Her doctor was there and two nurses, several of the ministers, the Anglican ministers. She was saying something with her lips. I couldn't hear her.
She wanted to shake my hand, so the nurse picked up her hand and laid it in mine. Just like touching that, it was just bones.
Georgie Carter, at Milltown, Indiana, was the skinniest girl I ever saw, she weighed thirty pounds when she was healed. She's my piano player there now, by a vision.

L-37 I looked at her. What a feeling, a mortal being like some of us here tonight, we are, all... And holding her hand... So she was trying to say something else. The nurse got down to say what she'd say. She said, "I want Brother Branham to see my body." And they pulled the sheet down. I'm in a mixed audience; you listen to your doctor, so I'm your brother. But as a woman in the breast here had dropped plumb through her ribs. And in here, her stomach was about that flat. The cancer had eat her so, until the ring in her hip, the bone, the skin was sticking together through the ring of the hip. Her legs was about that big around, couldn't move. The veins had collapsed. She said to the nurse to tell me, ask him to let... "Have God to let me die." She couldn't die.


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