<TITLE>04. Par 26-34</TITLE>L-26 The garbage of Jeffersonville would feed, today, would feed a quarter part of India. That's right. That's right, and they'd be happy to get it, anything. They...
You see the man in the garbage can; say, "Well, Brother Branham, what about that fellow? There is no clothes, hardly, and ragged." But look, only thing he has to do is ask charity, and they'd help him. That fellow ain't got no charity over there. He, especially, is living in a shack somewhere, where, if it rains, he can get in a box car.
He ain't got nothing to go to. Where he falls, he just lays there. And they pick them up when they die, and cremate them, throw them in a big pit, or somewhere like that, and put them away off the streets, or whatevermore, lepers, and so forth: no one wants them, no place to go, nothing. They're hungry. They're human beings just the same as we are.

L-29 And I tell you, brother, I--I couldn't stand it. I almost had a nervous breakdown. And I've been home now all these days, since last Sunday. And I couldn't get out of the room. My wife there knows the truth, for about five days. It liked to killed me. Even when our doctor taken my blood pressure, he said, "Man, you better get some rest." Said, "Your nerves are so low till your blood pressure has went way down, and won't even put, pick your blood up, like that, to bring it up again." I... It just nearly broke me in two to see such things.
And that, and some of the missionaries said, "Brother Branham, if this hurts you, don't you never go to the interior, 'cause it's many, many times worse than this." Bombay is their biggest city, and nicest city they got, and you ought to see it.

L-31 And now, to the religions to that side, I never seen such, so many superstitions: people, total blind from looking at the sun, worshipping the sun; just go blind, looking at the sun.

L-32 I was entertained there by, well, the celebrity, that's true, from Mr. Nehru, and the president, and the parliament and all of them. I got their tickets and things, right here in my pocket, their little cards, and so forth. They were nice. Couldn't be any nicer. Treat you nice.
But I went to the mayor of Bombay, to his office. Your chicken house looks a lot better (See?), from the best that they had. And so there's nothing to eat. And on the streets, it's the most pathetic sight that you ever seen. When you send your "care" packages, send them to India. Yes, sir.

L-34 Now, I am not here as a critic. I told my wife, coming down, "If anything, I want to get away from," and ask this church to pray for me, "is quite criticizing." I'm critical in my heart, and I--I don't mean to be that way.
Just as soon as I reached the American soil, 'fore I got over here, I seen the American people and started criticizing right then, when I looked and seen a little old mother in the back of a plane. We were coming second class, the way, really, preachers should travel. And back in a plane, a little mother back there with some little children, and here was the fellow sitting there fussing at those children because they... we'd been... I'd been in the air fifty-eight hours. But they was--and they'd been in about--about thirty-five hours; the poor little fellows was restless, and them carrying on.


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