<TITLE>15. Par 53-56</TITLE>L-53 And I looked, and a little old gate down there, a little old place where a little old shanty like setting there. I seen an old typical Aunt Jemima leaning over the gate with a man's shirt tied around her head, leaning over the gate, the tears was running down her cheeks. I was as far as the end of the building there from her. I just quit singing, you know, till... I wasn't singing, I was humming. [Brother Branham hums "Only Believe."--Ed.] I just started walking on.
She said, "Good morning, parson."
I said, "How do you do, auntie?" I thought, "Parson?" I turned around. I said, "How did you know I was a parson?"
She said, "I knowed who you was."
I said, "I don't understand." I said, "Do you know me?"
She said, "No, sir." She says, "But the... I was going to tell you my story."
I said, "All right." And I stopped.
And she said, "Did you ever read in the Bible about the Shunammite woman who received a child after she was old, and Elijah, the prophet, told her..."
I--I said, "Yes, ma'am."
She said, "I's was that kind of woman."
"Yes."

L-54 Said, "I promised the Lord if He'd give me a baby, and I would raise him to His glory." And said, "The Lord give me a baby." And said--said, "Parson," said, "I--I--I--I raised the baby." Said, "I've always been a Christian, and I've served the Lord all my..."
[Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] "God of heaven Who would bli... ground a plane for an ignorant wash woman down there, sovereign grace." Went walking on...
I said, "What?"
She said, "Parson, would you come into my house?" And look, there was an old piece of iron hanging on the gate that pulled it back. I walked into that little old whitewashed fence, into a door with no rug on the floor. A little sign upon the door said "God bless our home." I walked in there. I've walked into king's palaces, three of them. I've been in the richest homes there is in America, but I never was more welcome in any place than I was in that colored hut that morning. You never felt any more at home.

L-55 I walked in there and there was a great, big, burly-looking colored boy laying there about eighteen years old with the blankets in his hand going... [Brother Branham makes a moaning noise--Ed.] Said, "It's so dark. It's so dark." [Brother Branham moans again--Ed.] "So dark."
I thought, "What's the matter?"
"So dark."
She said, "He's been saying that for several days." Said, "He's in a... unconscious." And says, "He's been talking about being out on a sea, and it's so dark he don't know where he's going." Said, "Parson, I don't want to see my baby dying like that." So she reached over and kissed him on his head, patted his cheek, said, "Mammy's baby."
There you are, a mother's love. No matter what he had done, that's... still that mother's love reaches on out for her child. And if a mother's love would do that, what will the love of God do? See? She patted him.

L-56 And I said, "Auntie, could we have prayer?" And that old saint of God knelt down there, who'd made her living over a washboard. She prayed a prayer, brother, that would chill you through and through.
She said, "Lord, don't let my baby die." She said, "I don't understand it, nothing about Your parson here." Said, "I's prayed; You told me... for him to come. Maybe he pray and then You'll save my baby." Said, "I don't want him to die like this, dear Lord. I thank You. I know You's here."
And when she got through praying, I was standing there crying, listening at her. So I walked over and I put my hand on his feet, just as cold as it could be. Death was on the boy, if I ever seen death. And I stood back a little bit. I said, "Let's pray again, Auntie."


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