<TITLE>05. Par 14-15</TITLE>L-14 Now, have faith in God. Just a little testimony, I feel, if I have time for it. I got ten minutes. The night of the healing of Congressman Upshaw... How many ever heard of his healing? Let's see, most of the--many of you. He'd been an invalid for years. God, Who I stand before tonight, I never heard of the man in my life, though he run for President in '29. I was a little boy then. I didn't remember him. But I just walked into the place where thousands of people were gathered. There was probably as many wheelchairs as what's setting around in here, and gathered. And I'd come to the platform. I was--happened to be looking down through the audience, and I seen a--a vision of a little boy playing on a haystack, and had fell and hurt his back. And a doctor with a white mustache had operated on him and didn't do no good. Saw them bore holes in the floor, so that he couldn't stand for the vibration of walking on the floor. And he be-... I said, "I see him become a great man and he--he makes speeches and so forth. Then he becomes even a greater person." And it left me. I happened to look around through all those places. They just brought the old man in. And he was in a wheelchair.

L-15 And Doctor Roy Davis was, Missionary Baptist Church that ordained me into the Missionary Baptist Church, was the one who sent him to me--the one who first told me I had a nightmare, when the Angel of the Lord came to me. Now he's preaching Divine healing himself. See? So he said in his letter, many of you read in the "Voice of Healing," where he said, "If I hadn't been backslid in my own heart, I would've believed the boy in the beginning." See? And so now he sent him over there.
And the old fellow, I said, "There sets the old man there." So, I didn't know whether he was going to be healed or not; I couldn't say.
A colored woman was down this way. I seen a doctor standing with tortoise-shell glasses on, right up over where was setting. And it--he had operated on a little colored girl and paralyzed her from taking her tonsils down. When I spoke what I had seen, a typical Aunt Jemima type of a old colored sister, way down, way out, let out a scream; and here she come, knocking ushers every way, bringing her baby. She said, "That was the kind of man that operated on my baby." And I looked and it was the same little girl. Said, "Will my baby ever be well?"
I said, "I don't know, Auntie. I can't say. I only can say what I see." The prayer line had not been called. Then I looked again, and she was crying, and they formed some ushers, keep her from bringing it up on the platform, 'cause I don't think the woman even had a prayer card or anything to get into the line. The ambulance had just brought the case up. As I looked back again, I seen a--something materializing over the audience. It looked like a street. And when it got straightened out, it was a street or a road. And here went this little colored girl walking down the road with this doll in her arm, rocking it like this. That settles it. All the devils in hell couldn't stop it then. That's all. I said, "Auntie, God has rewarded you."
Said, "What you mean?"
I said, "Your baby is healed."
She said, "Oh, Lord..." She begin to scream. She said, "You mean my baby's going to get well?"
I said, "It's well now." And the little girl raised up, said, "Looky here, mother." And people begin screaming and fainting, and the little girl and the colored mother put their hands in one another, and walked out of the building, rejoicing.
Now, I never healed the child, did I? I never touched the child. Her faith in God's what did it. I only said what He told me to say.


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