<TITLE>13. Par 42-44</TITLE>L-42 Now, the man's there and I can't see him. There's no way at all for me to see him, yet I know he's there. I know he's there just as real as if I was looking at him. You want to argue with me; he's not there? Now, seeing isn't believing, is it? I've got another sense and that's feeling. I can feel him there. He's just as real as he is--I was looking at him. Seeing's not believing; Feeling is believing now.
Now, it's impossible for me to feel him. It won't contact him at all. Yet, I believe he is there, because I see him. Turn around, hit that piano with a (Thank you, Brother Brewer) a note or two. How many heard that? How many saw that music? I thought seeing was believing? Seeing's not believing; hearing's believing there. Is that right? Did you see it? No. Did you feeled it? Did you taste it? Did you smell it? No. You heard it.
Now, faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things you do not see, taste, feel, smell, or hear. See? It's just a positive fact; you know it. See? And it's got to be based somewhere, not upon just mythics; it's got to be based on THUS SAITH THE LORD. Then you know where it's at. Then it's--it's right. It's made positive.

L-43 Reverend Mr. Johnson, far as I know, he may be here now. I was a Baptist preacher; he was a Methodist, and we used to have revivals. We was both from the same part of Kentucky. Moving out to Indiana, he was the pastor of the Main Street Methodist Church, one big fine church in New Albany. I had a little tabernacle in Jeffersonville.
He said after the Lord begin to bless the meetings, begin to come on, "Billy, you just ought to come give me one night."
I said, "Not to pray for the sick, Brother Johnson. I'm home to rest."
He said, "Well, just come down and preach for me one night." Well, I did. He said, "I promise you we won't ask you to pray for the sick people."
I said, "Not as I don't want to, but the thing of it is, I--I don't even... We... I've been living in my house for five years, and we have never eaten but one time in my house without the shades pulled down at in the window in the kitchen." People's... That's how... It's just coming home. Home's not home. But as long as you can help somebody, all right. See?

L-44 So when it gets too bad, then I take off, and go up to the mountains somewhere, and rest up a week or two, and come back. So then when... Going out that night at the church, they couldn't... They brought me into a back window. (Two men raised down, picked me up, and let me out.) He told me to go down to the bottom of the steps, said, "I asked you, Billy, that you wouldn't pray for anybody, wouldn't ask you to." But said, "We got a Sunday school teacher here, a lovely little girl, woman, young married woman." Said, "She's completely gone out nearly." Said, "She's a neurotic." Said, "If you'd just lay your hands on her," said, "I think it would satisfy her." Said, "She has been everywhere, been prayed for." I said, "All right, Brother Johnson."
And I went down, and I thought I was going to see a woman in a straight jacket, a lovely looking little woman standing there: looked to be about thirty-years old, normal, sweet-looking little woman. She said, "How do you do, Brother Branham?"
I said, "Are you the patient?"
She said, "Yes."
I said, "I was expecting to see you in a straight jacket." I said, "What is the matter, sis?"
And she said, "I just don't know, Brother Branham."
I said, "How long's it been on you?"
She said, "About eight years." And she said, "I've just done everything" and said, "I--I know I've lost my mind."
I said, "I don't think you have." I said, "Do you believe the Lord Jesus?"
She said, "Oh, yes, sir." said, "I have a fine young ladies' Sunday school class here. In the Eighteenth Street Mission I have service up there on Sunday afternoon, so forth, and teach a big group of children." I prayed for her, went on out. And two or three days later, I met her on the street (wife and I).


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