<TITLE>19. Par 59-61</TITLE>L-59 If a poor illiterate Mexican, who wouldn't even know his name if it was before him, laying paralyzed... And little spastic children wrapped around it. Poor little naked, half naked mothers, no shoes on, never had a pair of shoes in her life... Her poor husband work a day for about eight pesos, about sixty cents, stand in a little Martina and them along the street at night for an old greasy tortilla. He can't get one because he's got to buy a grease candle to go on a million dollar, old altar for his sins.
Oh, my God, if people like that can accept Jesus Christ just standing hours after hours, how much more... and have to accept it through an interpreter, how much more you setting in fine seats tonight, educated to the highest, plenty to eat on your tables, fine dress, and riding in an automobile, the comforts of home, what more could you ask for? Can't you accept Him now, believe it with all your heart that He makes you well? Sure, you can. Leave your crutches, your chairs, your troubles at the altar and walk away from here tonight new people, healed and well to serve the Lord Jesus.

L-60 Now, while you bow your heads and lay your hands on each other, I'll offer prayer for you for this. And then we're going to ask you to come to the altar and pray around the altar. Now, every one with your mind steadily, stayed on God. Wouldn't it be wonderful to see this man setting here in a wheelchair, be made whole. The man setting here, a colored man with an old cane, leaning over on the poor old fellow, wrinkled hands, God only knows how much work he's done. Day's about finished; his hair's frosted white.
See a little girl standing here and her mother trying to put her hand on the little afflicted child. You know Jesus sees this, the good Shepherd. Sure He does.
I see a dad laying his hand over on mother. What a scene, what a scene. Mother with her little baby grouped in her arms and her hands laying over on it.
Now, the good Shepherd's here. Don't have to be excited, just solemnly, calmly, come, say, "Shepherd of God, I come now; I'm in Your house and I--I come. I've heard Your Word, and--and I've seen Your works, and I come to accept You now. My child's sick; I'm going to believe it. I'm blind. I'm... If You can make a poor illiterate Mexican to see, if You--if You can raise a dead baby after it's done dead, back to life, and the doctors that say it's dying, and bring it back to life, how much more can You heal my child, Lord? I believe You."

L-61 Now, I'm going to offer a prayer for you with all my heart, dear people. Remember, it's been your prayers that's helped me out. It's been the contribution that you sent to me, give it to me, in a little love offering that feeds my children, pays my way to places. You're God's--you're God's purchase of His Blood. I have a suit of clothes on tonight because you paid for it. I'm called a servant of God tonight because your faith has rallied around what I've told you. It's you, the stars of the crown. I love you. I wouldn't tell you anything wrong at all. Surely, I found grace in your sight tonight to be... God has vindicated. I've told you the truth. Now, He's here and wants to make every one of you well. I'm going to pray. "The prayer of faith shall save the sick," the Bible said. God shall raise him up.


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