<TITLE>05. Par 16-18</TITLE>L-16 Now, I'll never forget something happening. When I went in that night... Now, they'd give orders to nobody be on the street. Couldn't do more than speak to you (just to speak to me.). I--I don't like them to do that, but you'd have a stampede. And we'd eaten in the room all the time...?... too bad.
And I remember, I was going in. And these little soldiers with knives, and I was walking between them. We went in--we went into a little room. As soon as we got in there a door slammed and a poor little Finnish girl stood looking at me. She thought she had done wrong. She started quivering. I knew that child wanted to see me but she was fearful. She had a big--a big strap around her, had a big strap over her shoulder. One leg was shorter than the other. On her right leg she didn't have any use of her leg. So they had big braces on a built-up shoe.

L-17 Now, watch. I'll--I'll demonstrate what it looked like. Around here was a big band. In the back was a--a leather strap, went come over her shoulder, and this brace was over her big shoe, put up this way, and hit on this band around here. She had two crutches, and the only way she could walk, now she had to come across this a way, and close to the toe of a shoe, and when she'd make a move, take her shoulder, lift up that leg, set it out like that. Then she set her crutches out and lift up that leg, and that's the way she walked.

L-18 And I noticed as she was standing there, her little ragged looking hair, her little skirts was all ragged. I learned later that she was a little Finnish war orphan. She had no father and mother; they were killed in the war. And she was just carried about, and charity had made her this big thing. And she looked at me; she ducked her little head down; and she looked up again; and that Finnish soldier...
The interpreter had went in the door. I couldn't speak a word of Finnish, and they were pushing me on, ...?... [Brother Branham illustrates--Ed.] I said, "No, no, no, no." And two of them was against the wall, these other two behind me. I turned around to them; I said this, Shh, shh. [Brother Branham makes a sound--Ed.] And I said... this side... Shh. And they stopped and looked. And I looked at that little girl; I said, "Sweetheart, do you want to come to me?" She couldn't understand me, so I motioned to her. And she smiled, and here she come, moving that little leg. I just stood still, and I looked at her. And she got right up close to me, set her little crutches down. And I wondered what she was going to do. And her-her little ragged clothes--it--it just burnt my heart. And you know what she did? She took her little hand and took ahold my coat and kissed my pocket. I tell you; my heart would break. And she pulled her little skirts out, that's the Finnish way for a little girl. She said--and she said, "Kiitos," means "thank you." And I looked again, said, "O God, if I was the biggest hypocrite in the world You would reward that child for that faith." And I started to move this way, and I looked. And there went a vision: the little girl was walking normal; I couldn't tell her. I said, "Sweetheart, Jesus has healed you." She didn't know what I was talking about. I said, "Well, sooner or later she'll find it out."


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