<TITLE>14. Par 39-41</TITLE>L-39 You remember the maniac that fell on the platform that night across my feet, you remember that story? What happened? I wished I could explain that. I've had it happen many times in my life. I have it to happen every time that a miracle is performed. I... It's something. You have to enter in.
Here a few weeks ago, Brother Jack and I were standing on the platform before thousands of thousands of people down in Mexico. And a poor old Mexican brother come up. He was blind. And he had a shawl laying over him, dirty, dusty. And the poor old fellow had a little cross in his hands, to say a "Hail Mary," or something. I told him that wasn't necessary.
So he come up. And he wanted to know... Come up to where I was. I looked at the old fellow. I seen his gray hair from under his big old straw hat, where he'd pulled it down. And he was saying something in Spanish. I couldn't understand him. Brother Espinosa was telling me what he was saying. And he come over to where I was at. And he put his arms upon my shoulders. Something struck me. I looked at him, about seventy. I said, "That would be about the age of my old dad if he was living."

L-40 I looked at his feet. Didn't have on any shoes. I thought, "He, maybe, he never had a pair of shoes."
All of a sudden, Something begin to move me. I put my foot up beside of his to see if my shoes would've fit him. I thought, "If my shoes fit him, I'll take them right off now and give them to him. He maybe never had a pair of shoes." I thought, "Here he is." I pulled him up close to me to see if my shoulders and his. He was wider. I'd give him my coat. I loved him. Something another, I loved him. I thought, "Looky there." There the poor old fellow, maybe, never set down to a good decent meal in his life. Maybe he never wore a pair of shoes, his old rusty, scaly-looking feet, and his toenails all turned up. I thought, "Poor old fellow. He has got just as much right to a good pair of shoes as I got, got just as much right to wear a good coat as I can, got just as good a right, as much right, to sit down to a good meal as I have."

L-41 And besides all that, the devil has blinded him. See what it was? Somehow I entered in... Not me, the Holy Spirit (O God) was taking me into the feeling. Oh, when you can project your life, by taking me into a feeling of love for the old man...
And just then, he put he put his arms over my shoulder and begin weeping on my shoulder. Then something happened. I thought, "That cursed blind devil, that blinded this poor old man, that's never had any privileges..."
"Well," I said, "you blind spirit, come out of him." And all of a sudden, he opened his eyes and he begin to scream, "I can see." What was it? Projecting the love of the Holy Spirit. That's the way it happens.
When that poor man run to the platform to take my life that night, threatened he would do it, rolled up his big arms before sixty-five hundred people besides the hundred standing in the streets in the rain, he said, "You hypocrite, tonight I'll break every bone in your body."
I never said a word. I looked at him. I weighed a hundred and twenty-eight pounds and him nearly three hundred, seven foot something tall, maniac out of asylum. And he run up there and he...


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