<TITLE>03. Par 9-13</TITLE>L-9 And when I asked for a prayer line. Well, there was nobody come up. So I wondering, "My, that's strange." So after while the missionary went back into the little mission and brought out some people she had back there. And the first one coming through was a woman, and as looking at her, she had a venerable disease, not because she's immoral. But just the way they had to live...?...  dirty, so forth.
And so she come out. And she looked at me real strange; she admitted that it that it was true, through the interpreter. And then the next come was a--a little--a little girl. And she'd had a fever that'd made her deaf. Well, I took her in my arms and prayed for her. And she... Also she'd quit talking. She couldn't talk. And the same nerve that controls the deaf that it's mute.

L-10 And so... And I set her down and I tried... I hit my hand like that, and she turned around, and--and I said something to her. And she mumbled off something. And I said, "Well, she'll talk better."
And the interpreter said, "She... Her talk is heap good now."
Said, "I didn't want know what she was saying."
So, the next one's a little cross-eyed boy. I got him up in my arms and held him here and prayed for him. I never one time in all my ministry ever seen God turn a cross-eyed child down, never in my life. I had a... lost a baby years ago, Billy's little sister when she was eight months old. She suffered so hard. And I got to the hospital to see her, her eyes had crossed. And it was something, that taken effect that I had such a pathetic feeling to see a cross-eyed child.

L-11 However, on down next coming was a... Then I had a real prayer line then, just thousands of them. The dust begin to fly up everywhere, and like they was having a stampede. And I wondered. And so they got them all quietened. And so they had a big prayer line started then. Oh, four, five, six hundred of them had lined up.
So then the next coming in was to be an old woman that was on crutches, a broom stick. She was very badly crippled. And was stoved up some way, with arthritis and so forth. And I looked at the poor old thing. And there was one young fellow trying to get around her all the time. So we couldn't talk to him. So Mr. Moore, many of you know Rev. Mr. Moore, he just picked up the little Indian and set him back behind the old lady. And the poor little thing, she'd already seen; she knew that God lived.

L-12 So she put her, brought her crutches coming along like that. And when she got up to me, I just stood still and let her pass by. And she comes, poor old thing, her great big deep, the creases, wrinkles in her face, and her hair with leather wrapped in it, and I thought as she looked up, the tears making their way down the creases in her face, "That's somebody's mother.
Maybe never had the privileges that some of we have. But her children loved her just the same as we love our mother. And she loved her children like--like, her children loved her the same way and vice versa.

L-13 When I got up... she got to where I was at, she just looked up at me like that. And her little lips quivering. She just took both of those crutches and handed them to me, straightened up, went walking right on off the platform. No prayer at all, she just believed (You see?); that was all.
I remember long towards daylight that morning, I'd prayed and prayed. And the... They begin to come through with wet way up around this, up around their waist. And I said to the interpreter; I said, "Why are they wet?"
Said, "Well, first they didn't believe it. They just thought it was false." And said, "Now," said, "there's a ford about twenty miles down the river." But said, "They crossed over, and go to bringing their loved ones in. They're just wading across the river with their loved ones."


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