<TITLE>15. Par 54-57</TITLE>L-54 And the next morning I went out. And I've got a little girl that saw her first vision just recently, a little eleven year old girl. She come out on the porch, little Rebekah. And she looked over at that, and she started to cry. She said, "Daddy, she's a real mother, isn't she?"
I said, "Yes." I kicked her with my foot. She had dew all over her and the blowflies still on her. Said, "Daddy, what are you going to do with that mother opossum?"
I said, "Honey, daddy don't know."
She said, "You going to kill her, daddy?"
And I said, "Daddy can't do it, honey." I said, "Sweetheart, you're up too early," just her little pajamas on... I said, "You go in and get in the bed with mommy." So I hurried her off into the room. And I went down into the den room and set down. And I thought, "O God, how that poor old mother opossum has suffered. How she must love those babies." And as I set there, I thought, "Well, I'll hope I don't have to see her killed."

L-55 And as I was setting there, something said to me, "You were preaching yesterday about her. You used her as your text."
I said, "That's right."
"You said she was a real mother."
I said, "That's right."
Said, "I sent her to your door, and she's laid at your door like a lady for twenty-four hours, waiting for her turn to be prayed for, and you've never said a word."
I said, "Well, I didn't..." I said, "Who am I talking to? Am I talking to myself?" I jumped up. I thought, "Oh, is that You, God?"

L-56 And I walked out on the porch, and little Rebekah standing there looking at the mother opossum yet. She comes by it from the house. I went out to the opossum. I said, "God, I know that You know every flower. You know every sparrow. And being that this great horrible thing has happened to womanhood, of this beautiful young girl that killed her baby... And You wanted to show that You can even lead the animals. And she come up and has laid at my gate, waiting for her turn to be prayed for." I said, "I am sorry, God, that I did that." I said, "I didn't know it, God. I would have done it." But I said, "If it be Your Divine providence, that You have sought this, and want me to pray for the opossum, this I do in Christ's Name. Help her, Father. It's her love for her babies has been so great..." I thought, "O God, what would you do this?" And when I said that...

L-57 Now, it may seem strange. It's went... Oh, I've got letters from Africa, from India, from over the world about it. The associated press, I think, caught it. And that old mother opossum raised up, picked her little ones into her pocket, walked down that lane just as normal as any other opossum could walk, rat tail hooked up; got down to the gate, and turned around as if to say, "Thank you, kind sir." And across the road she went into the woods. And as far as I know is happy with her babies tonight.
If God could think that of a opossum, how much more can He think of you, when your love is produced and projected into the heart of the living God? If God... By instinct alone, that opossum didn't have any soul. It was a dumb animal. And if that could be done that way by the instinct, and the Holy Spirit could lead an old mother opossum there, knowing that He would have me to pray for that opossum. and her life would be spared, how much more are you than a opossum?


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