<TITLE>12. Par 31-33</TITLE>L-31 She opened up the door of the little old hut there, looked inside. It was clean. No rug on the floor, little old poster--iron poster bed to the right-hand side. There hung a sign on the wall, "God bless our home." no pin up pictures, "God bless our home." Rather have that than anything I know of, hanging on the wall.
I've been in king's palaces; I been in some of the most lovely homes the world's got. I never had it. And I felt welcome and good, but I really feel any welcome, than I did in that little colored house, where those colored people lived that morning. Walked in there, there was a fine big colored boy laying there, about eighteen, nineteen years old. He had the--the blanket in his hand, going "Mh-mh-mh." [Brother Branham makes a sound--Ed.]
I said, "What's the matter with him?"
She said, "For two days, parson, he said, 'He's lost.'" Said, "He's out on a great big deep sea, and it's dark, and he can't see nothing nowhere." Said, "That's all he talks about."
I said, "I'd like to talk to him."
Said, "He don't know nothing." Said, "That's all you can get out of him. He don't even know me."
I put my hand down on his feet, just as cold as they could be. Death had struck the boy, I really believe. I said, "The doctor said, 'He... '"
Said, "Yes, sir, he's done gone out of his head." Said, "He's been that way for two days. The doctor said, 'He will never wake up no more.'" Said, "I can't see my baby die like that." She walked over and kissed him on his head.

L-32 And brother, something happened in my heart. No matter how much disgrace he got into, how big he was, nothing about it. That was that mother's baby yet. And I thought, "If the love of a mother will reach down to there, the love of God will go beyond it." That's right, and that's true. I said, "Auntie, shall we pray?"
She said, "Yes, sir." She knelt down there.
I said, "Would you lead us in prayer?" And a prayer, I tell you I can hear it yet. That old saint of God on her knees, crying out to God to spare her boy. And listen, she didn't say nothing about healing.
I told her what my name was. She'd never heard of me. And I--I never told her what I done, what--of praying for the sick. I just told her that was my name. And she a--and a--she wasn't praying for him to get well; she was praying for God to save his soul. So she was just praying like that, "Lord, don't let my baby die like this. Let me--let me, his mammy, hear him say one time, 'Mammy, I'm saved, and going home to Jesus.'" She kept praying like that. When she stopped praying, we were both crying. I got up, set on the side of the bed. She just stayed on her knees. She said, "Parson, you pray now?"
I said, "Yes, ma'am." I got down. I admit I couldn't pray a prayer like hers, and I--I said, "Lord Jesus, my plane is gone, and You told me to keep walking. And I've walked till I come this far, and this is the only--only sign or anything that I know that You'd want me to stop. And if you made this poor woman, stand out here since three o'clock, surely this is the place You want me to stop." And I had a hold of the boy's feet.
And I heard him saying, "Mammy?"
She said, "Yes, honey."
Says, "It's getting light in the room." Another two or three minutes he was setting on the side of the bed.

L-33 I hurried out of the house real quick. Run down to get my plane. Thought we'd find how far I had to go, and I jumped in a cab, took off to the plane. When I got over there, said, "Last call." The plane had engine trouble and was setting there waiting for me for two hours and something. See, see?
I think of sovereign grace, the love of God that the faith of that poor, maybe, illiterate colored woman held that plane two and a half hours, till somebody could walk down there to the answer of a prayer of that poor old mother, probably couldn't read her name before her... God don't care how much education you got; He wants your heart.


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