<TITLE>14. Par 71-75</TITLE>L-71 Way sometime ago, thinking of the breasted One, the El Shaddai, just before closing. Oh, years before the Angel of the Lord ever appeared to me. I was sitting in my room, praying one night, or my mothers house, rather. My mother is just an old fashion country woman. She had washed her clothes, and put a big basket over in the corner, a chair it was, and throwed the clothes on a chair. And I was--I was... Right after I had lost my wife, about three or four years afterwards, and I was batching, trying to, and I'd come in. And I said, "Mother, I--I--I want a talk with you awhile."

L-72 She said, "Set down, Billy." And I set down, and we got to talking about the Lord. And--and so I went on in the other room, and I said, "I just feel like I want to pray awhile, mom."
And she said, "Well, help yourself." And I went into the room knelt down there and begin to pray. And I prayed till about one o'clock. And I raised up and I thought, "Well, I believe I'll wonder on up home." And then, I looked in the corner, and I thought I seen mothers chair of clothes, something white, but instead of it being there, it was that Light, moving, coming towards me.
And when It got on me, I looked, and I seen a little old house, what we call "shotgun" house, little two or three rooms straight in a row. And so... And I walked up to it, going from the south to the north. And when I got into the place, it had red paper on the wall, a little old poster bed, and a little boy laying there. He had a little, bitty, tiny lips, and he had little, blue overalls on like. And his little body was twisted around, and around, and around. His little arms wound up against his side. Each leg twisted around, and his body twisted, till it looked like something had been holding from right here and twisted his body up to here.

L-73 And I thought, "Oh, mercy. This must be one of them... I didn't even know it was visions." I had just been taught that it wasn't and it happened, and I couldn't help it. And there I was, standing there looking at the little fellow. And I thought, "Oh, my, that poor little fellow."
And the father went and got it and brought it over to me. And I heard a Voice standing here. I never seen the Angel before. And never seen It for years after that, but I'd always hear the Voice. And He was standing here, said, "Now, lay your hands on the baby." When I laid my hands on the baby, and I seen it hit down in the corner, drop out of his fathers arms, and just one... hit on one leg and it unwound. Hit on the other and it unwound. Then the rest of his body unwound. And then he come walking across to me and put his hands up in mine. And he looked like he had a little a... like a little mustache of buttermilk, or chocolate milk on his lips, like this. He said, "Brother Branham, I'm perfectly whole."

L-74 And so I--I come to, out of the vision, 'cause it was early in the morning, and somebody was knocking at the door. [ Brother Branham knocks--Ed.] And when it was, it was a man hollering, "Mrs. Branham, is Brother Branham here?" And I... Mother, she didn't, couldn't wake up. And I was kind of coming out of it, you know, and I was sitting there. And I heard her say, "Billy?"

L-75 And I said, "Yes."
She said, "Someone at the door." And I went to the door and opened it up, and it was Mr. Emmel.
He said, "Hello, Billy."
And I said, "Why, hello there, John," I said, "I haven't seen you for so long." I said, "Come in." And he set down; I kept rubbing my face, 'cause my face gets real numb when those things happen.
And some people's asked, and I got a letter today, said, "What makes you always rubbing your face?" It feels numb, feels real thick. And I... So I--I was setting there rubbing my face. And this has been about sixteen years ago, I guess.
And so, he said, "Well, look, Billy." He said, "The first thing I want to say, that I am sorry that I have did what I have."


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