<TITLE>02. Par 8-10</TITLE>L-8 You know, this morning there was something happened here that I--I can't get over yet, was that about that baby. I had the most mysterious feeling about that. And I'm just a wondering. When I got up this morning, I looked at the wife and I said, "Honey, I--I either had a dream or a vision. And I'm," I said, "I'm--I'm not going to say it was a vision, because I might have been asleep." But I said, "it's just so real. And I was sitting up there in the room when it ended." I said, "I don't remember though when I got up to--at the vision, when it struck me."
But when I got down here, it--and seen all those things moving just the way. And I'd called Sister Cox and told her a few days ago about a baby of that same type. And that must have been the baby. And the little fellow, its eyes are eat out with cancer. Its little eye here is done gone, and just a hull sticking there. It's went over in the other eye, and the baby is just laying lifeless. And a famous surgeon in Louisville told the mother to bring it over here to me to be prayed for. So that's... And so all... I just believe that God was getting--had give a vision for that baby. And just as sure as I believe I'm standing at this platform tonight, that baby's healed. Yes, sir. I just... I am very seldom, Brother Cox, ever get mixed up in things of that type.

L-10 Now, I did one time; I couldn't get it just clear about Brother George Wright, when I'd... Brother McDowell had called me up to--to go to his work, or Charlie's mother up there. And she was laying lifeless in the hospital nearly. And Brother Mack wanted me to go, so I--I went up to see the baby. And I'd been down at Brother George's for four days. And I loved him. But with all my heart I believe he's a going. That's right. I believe he's a dying. And the doctors... There's no chance for him. Blood clot's going to his heart, so there wasn't nothing could be done.
Mrs. Wright, setting here, our sister, asked what I thought about it. After four days of praying for him, I said, "I believe he's gone."
And little Edith asked me about it. I wouldn't tell her. I said, "Oh..." But she still had faith. She believed. She held on. And I...
Brother Shelby is setting back there, just like if he was my own blood brother. He met me out there; he said, "What do you think about dad?"
I said, "Shelby, I really believe he's going." I said, "I believe he's--he's going away from us." I said, "Well, he's seventy-three years old, and he's lived his time out. And God only promised him threescore and ten." I said, "I believe he's gone."


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