<TITLE>02. Par 6-8</TITLE>L-6 And before we do that, I believe this is a fresh box of handkerchiefs here to be prayed over, if I've--happen to forget them. Just now, shall we bow our heads just a moment in a word of prayer, while you join with me in prayer.
Our heavenly Father, Thou Who knowest even the death of a sparrow. One cannot fall unless Your great Spirit, so sensitive to everything, that even the little, insignificant bird might fall to the street, Father knows all about it. How much more do You know that we, Your children, redeemed by the Blood of Thy Son, elected by grace, and is bowing our heads in humility before Thee, to ask through the bleeding sacrifice of the Lord Jesus Christ for mercy for our kindred.
In here's little brown trousers, handkerchiefs, little bibs for babies. They're needy, Lord. Will You be merciful? I pray that You'll heal every one. These are only tokens, Lord. We realize that the price for healing has already been paid there at Calvary. You were wounded for our transgressions, with Your stripes we were healed at Calvary. But these are little symbols of faith that we love You, and believe You, and are praying one for another, as You said, "Confess our faults one to the other, and pray one for another, that we may be healed." At this, Father, I send these little handkerchiefs, and little articles here to the needy, praying that You'll heal every one of them in the Name of Your Son, the Lord Jesus. Amen.

L-7 In those little tokens we've had so many things done. I've sent out about a thousand a week from the office or more. And so many things are done through the laying on of handkerchiefs. The Lord has just blessed it in a marvelous way. Testimonies, testimonies, of what our Lord has done, through just the feeble efforts of laying handkerchiefs on the sick.
We realize there's no virtue in the handkerchief, just a little piece of cloth, no more than old cloth that you're wearing. But it's the--it's doing something, and following the Scriptures.

L-8 Here sometime ago down in Louisiana, Brother Moore, here on the platform, and I, we were going down, way down to some little city, to a little church, and have a meeting. And his beloved daughter, and wife, and all of them was along. And I was--had my suitcase that some folks give me many, many years ago, over in California, and I'd just bought me a new suit. I had it in the suitcase, and had an old one on. And he had it laying on top of his car, driving fast down through Louisiana. All at once, when we got down there, we found out the suitcase wasn't on top; it was gone. I didn't even have a pocket handkerchief. So he was very much discouraged. I said, "Oh, the Lord will take care of that."
All my wardrobe, complete, was in it, besides my overalls, at home. So, he said, "Brother Branham, I'm going out and buy you a new suit."
I said, "No, it's all right."
He said, "You haven't got a chance, Brother Branham," said, "that was lost way up, along the road there," and said, "just... lot's of colored people live up through this way." And said, "Now, the first thing," said, if some man come along the road and he found the suitcase..."
I said, "My Bible is in there, had my name in it."
He said, "Well, if he found that suitcase, Brother Branham," said, "the thing he'd do, is sell those suits," and so forth like that.
I said, "Well, maybe he needs it worse that I do. 'Cause the Lord gave them to me, so maybe he needs them worse; the Lord's giving them to him."
He said, "Well, and if he found my Bible, and if he knew me," I said, "he'd bring it back anyhow."
He said, "Oh, no, Brother Branham," said, "if a sinner finds it," said, "he will sell the clothes." and said, "If a Christian finds it, they'll cut those suits up, and sent them to one another for prayer clothes." Said, "You haven't got a chance."  So I said, "Well, we'll just trust the Lord."


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