<TITLE>09. Par 32-35</TITLE>L-32 And as I turned to--to the audience to minister again, I looked and over the audience I seen a little Spanish baby, setting up, gooing. Brother Moore was trying to quieten her, but that didn't satisfy her little heart. A mother's love was being projected to God.
And I said, "Just a moment, Brother Moore." And I went down. And the baby was wadded up in some blankets. I could not speak Spanish or either understand it. But I just laid my hands on the little blanket that was wet.
Now, they tell me the baby had been dead since three o'clock. I don't know. I couldn't say. The dead people that I have got wrote in my book is authentic that was risen, raised up by the Lord. The doctor would have to say so, or the undertaker.
But laying hands on the baby, something let out a kick under that cover, and the scream you never heard in your life.
What was it? Divine love had been projected to the heart of the God of love, and sovereign grace sent back the vision for the healing of the child. Certainly.

L-33 I remember a little hour after that, quite an hour, on the platform came a poor old Mexican man. His feet was wrinkled; he was barefooted, the gray whiskers on his face, his hair gray; and he was blind. And as he come to me (They was leading him along.), and I looked, and I thought, "If my father would've lived, he'd have been about that age." And he was mumbling something. And when he got close to me, he took out a pair of--a set of these rosary beads.
And some of them said here to him, Brother Espinosa's... He wanted to know where I was at, and here he was feeling for my face. And I just stood still. And his old, feeble, shaking hands, and the great ditches in his cheeks, the tears were cutting a way down his cheeks. And I thought, "That's somebody's daddy; that's some mother's child."

L-34 And he started with his beads, and I said, "That's not necessary, dad." And he begin to weeping, and he found my face, and he patted me, and he started to kneel down. I stood him up again. I thought, "Looky, there."
You see, friends, if you don't enter into the fellowship, if something in you doesn't cry out for each other, if something doesn't project a love... You know, people are not so foolish, as they understand whether you're putting on or not. They understand it. Wildlife understands it. So you--you have to enter into that fellowship.

L-35 And as the old man stood there, I looked at him, and my heart begin to beat heavy, and I thought, "Poor old man. Nature has been so cruel to you. You probably never set down to a good decent meal all your life. You probably never had a suit of clothes on in your life."
I set my foot up beside of his. I was going to take my shoes off and put them on his old, dusty, wrinkled feet. But I seen they would not fit. With his shoulders much wider than mine, neither would my coat fit him. So I wept; I thought, "Oh, and after all this, then you're setting in a world of darkness. You can't see where you're going. You never had a good suit. You probably never laid on a good bed. You never eat a good meal, and maybe never had a good pair of shoes in your life. And now, you're in darkness." Oh, how cruel the devil can be.


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