<TITLE>08. Par 22-24</TITLE>L-22 And the little girl had been laying on her back nine years and eight months with TB, and hadn't even moved from her back for nine years and eight months. Miss Georgie Carter... Write to her. Go down and see her; it's not very far: two hour's drive. And she'd been laying for nine years. You can see her doctor, any of them you want to, the neighborhood.
And all the neighborhood said, "Let that holy roller preacher come down, heal her. Then we'll believe." That's just a lie of the devil. If you won't believe by the preaching of the Gospel, you won't believe anyhow. You were maybe ordained not to believe. You may be on the unbeliever's side.
But they said, "If that girl could be healed..."  Well, the father and mother, the father was a deacon in the church, and they said if any of the church members ever went to one of my meetings, they just might as well get their papers and leave the church, 'cause that was all. They didn't believe it was right; it was of the devil.

L-23 So, well, finally the little girl cried so hard, till I went down one afternoon. The mother and father left the room, wouldn't even come in, nothing. I went and had prayer for her and went on out. The poor little thing cried so hard that day; she said, "If she could get healed, she'd believed that she could be healed..." I looked at the... The other day... Did you ever see her bed there? Have you ever been in the room there that where she was, on the rounds of the bed where she'd put her little hands back until she couldn't raise her hands this way no more; and she--she had pulled all the paint off the bed.
And she weighed around thirty-seven pounds. She was twenty-six years old. And been laying there for nine years and eight months without moving off her back. Excuse this expression, they couldn't put her on a bedpan; they had a rubber sheet; just pulled a draw sheet. Her limbs up here were approximately about that big around. And I never seen... You ought to see her picture. And when she'd go to spit in the sputamin cup, she'd go, "[Brother Branham illustrates--Ed.]" and they'd have to raise the cup up. And that's the way it was. She hadn't seen the trees or nothing.

L-24 And her mother, a fairly young woman, in her early fifties, had turned completely gray and stricken with palsey, setting for nine years watching her baby die, without a hope. It started into the throat, went down through the chest, into the female organs, and through her: TB. They'd give her up five years before that.
And I went out to baptize. And some Methodist brother (And I'm not saying this in any harm to you.)--but he made fun of immersing, and I'd been baptizing over there at Totten's Ford, baptizing by immersing. And he'd had a revival out there, and he said, "Them Baptists ain't nothing but..." just, I forget what he called me. And so, when his converts was standing on the bank, I walked out into the river to baptize, and God, my Judge, every one of his converts walked right out with their good clothes on, was baptized that afternoon. Isn't that right? That's right. Mr. Smith, Reverend Mr. Smith, the Methodist church.


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