<TITLE>14. Par 32-33</TITLE>L-32 Her attitude towards Elisha brought her the victory. If she'd have went up to Elisha and said, "Now, you looky here you hypocrite. My pastor was right after all." See, if she'd have went away with that kind of an attitude, she'd have never got nothing from him. But her attitude towards the man of God, produced exactly what she got, her victory, because she believed. That's the only way that's you'll ever do. If you believe that Jesus Christ, some mythical story, some Santa Claus affair that they tell children, or something like that, you'll never get nothing, until truly in your heart that you believe He's the Son of God, died, rose again, ascended on high, and is living with us right here tonight, and will do anything that He promise He would do in His Bible. When you get like that, something's fixing to happen.
Then she picked up the baby, and bowed before him, and recognized him to be a servant of God, and bowed her head, and went out, went out with her heart full of love. All the great crisis... What if she just set still, and said, "Well, all hope's is gone. The doctor just left and said there was nothing could be done. And now my baby's dead, so I suppose that's all can be done." Said, "Set helpless." The story would've never been told. If no faith had ever come into her heart, it would've been that way. But God in His mercy placed something in that mother's heart, that she knew there was something could be done. You may be setting like that tonight in your family. Maybe every hope that you've ever had, that you've had, of ever getting well, the doctors discourage you. The man has done all he can do, and said, "It's passed medical science. There's nothing can be done." But if something can just happen down here in this heart, that tells you, "Yes it is. Yes it is." Then stay right with it.

L-33 Paul Rader, a friend of mine, Baptist preacher, died here some years ago over here in California. A wonderful man, missionary, great believer in healing, told a little story once, said, he was way down South America, somewhere on a missionary trip, he and his wife. And he developed some kind of a fever, yellow fever. I believe, it was black water fever. And it kills you in just a few hours. And he was way back, miles and miles back in the jungles with the natives went back there on a little boat.
And said, that after supper that night, they'd eaten, and he went into his room. He was getting sicker and sicker." And he said to his loving wife, he said, "Darling, if you'll just kneel down here and start praying for me," said, "I believe that; it seems like I'm... it's getting black in the room."
So she knelt down, held her hands up, said, "Honey, do you want me to go for a doctor?"
Said, "No, don't go for the doctor; it'd be too long." Said, "Hard telling, it coming night like this," he said, "you couldn't get the doctor now." He said, "Just pray for me, honey, and keep your hands on me." And it kept getting darker and darker in the room as his life begin to fade out and after while it all become dark.
Said he was dreaming he was back up in Oregon again. That was his home, where he used to chop the trees. And he was a very strong man. And said, he... His boss, one time told him. He was dreaming, that said, "Go up the mountain, Paul, and cut me a certain size log and bring it down."
He said, "All right, boss."


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