<TITLE>12. Par 35-39</TITLE>L-35 And then the... this lady... somebody... He said, "Brother Branham," said, "I've done all that a man can do." Said, "She's harrowed over them old clods out there. She's made me what I am. We've raised our children." And said, "She's got cancer; it's on the liver." And said, "She was dying." And said, "The blackberries that we picked last summer, we sold them, and a couple of her quilts that she'd quilted," and said, "to get the money to pay the ambulance to come down here and bring her down here." Said, "She's dead." And he was just a screaming and crying.

L-36 I said, "Well dad!" I looked down. Now, the woman, all indications looked like she was dead. But I don't know whether she was or not. I can't say. They'd taken her false teeth out and her lips was drawed in. Her eyes were watery, you know, and set back in the back of her head. She was laying perfectly still with sticky perspiration over her, cold.
So, he said, "And she's gone, Brother Branham." Said, "She wanted to see you so bad. And we couldn't even get her through this crowd." Said, "She's so sick. And she's gone." And she was cry, or he was crying.
I said, "Well, let's just kneel down and have prayer, dad, for consolation." So I took her by the hand. And I said, "Heavenly Father, I pray that You'll help this poor old man, and bless her, Lord. And I pray that You'll make it peaceful for her in a better land."

L-37 And while I was praying, I--I felt her hand grip mine. The devil said, "That's her muscles, after they dead, twitching." So I just kept on praying, and she gripped again. He said, "That's just the muscles a twitching." So I kept on praying, but I looked at her. And the skin on her forehead, well, it begin to wrinkle. That wasn't muscles twitching. I looked down at her, and she was looking at me.
She said, "Who are you?"
I said, "I'm Brother Branham."
She said, "Are you Brother Branham?"
I said, "Yes." And she raised up and her husband was crying, praying.
He said, "Mother, mother, mother." And he grabbed her around the waist like that. And they begin screaming and shouting. What a time.

L-38 About two years later, I met her over in California. She was following the meetings, testifying everywhere she could. The ambulance driver said, "Preacher? My, they're packed against the side of that of ambulance." Said, "You couldn't get out there." Said, "I sent them men on back in the back of the parking lot, back there." Said, "It's standing full of people, been standing back there for days." pouring down rain, didn't matter to them.
So, he said, "I'm going to act like I'm taking off my coat now, like this. So they can't see. And you go out this side of the ambulance, and go around, and go in the back part, and come in through the back yard." Said, "Them preachers will be around there to pick you up," them ushers, rather.
And I said, "All right."
So looked like a hypocritical trick, but that's all I could do. I couldn't get through that press. So I went out and went along these ambulances and come back.

L-39 The other day I stood back there and just raised up my hands and screamed out to God. I went around through the back, was coming, pushing through the crowd, you know, just hard as I could.
And I'd push, somebody would say, "Quit pushing." I just kept pushing on, you know. Somebody said, "Stop. Set down." I just kept pushing on, you know, trying to get up there where them man was meeting. Directly, I pushed up against a great big guy. He laid his hand on my shoulder, said, "I said quit pushing." I did, for I was afraid he was going to push. So I--I said, "Yes, sir. Excuse me."
Nobody knowed me. I hadn't been out of the building for days. They couldn't get in. So we was just there. They'd bring me some orange juice and things. I just laid right against the altar and prayed for the people as they'd come by, like that.


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