<TITLE>08. Par 28-31</TITLE>L-28 Last summer down in Mexico, where twenty something thousand came to Christ in one night. I was standing on a platform many times wider than this, and the people come at nine o'clock that morning to stand there at the bull ring waiting till eight that night when I got there. No place to sit down, they just leaned against each other. They wanted to go to church.
And when we got in that night, the night before the Lord had performed several miracles. There'd been a little baby that was--been brought up. And Billy Paul, about thirty ushers, couldn't hold that little woman out of the line with that baby. She claimed it died that afternoon. It'll be published soon now, because it's authentic. Brother Espinosa just got it for me and confirmed it. It has to be by the doctors and so forth, or we can't publish it.

L-29 So then, the little woman screaming, and Billy come to me, said, "Daddy, you'll have to do something. That woman hasn't got a prayer card. And I give all those ushers orders not to get anyone in the prayer line without a prayer card." And said, "There she is down there; she's whipped every usher down there." Just a little bitty woman, climbed over the top and everything, a blanket wrapped under her arm.
I said to Brother Moore, Brother Jack Moore (many of you remember him, was here with me before), I said, "Brother Moore, go down and pray for the little baby, or console her some way, 'cause it wouldn't be right for me to go down there if the woman hasn't got a prayer card."

L-30 As I started to look at my audience again, I saw that little baby out in front of me. The love of that mother, see what it had done? It had acted before God. Her love for the baby...
And I said, "Just a minute, Brother Moore. I shall go down."
And I walked over there, and I told the ushers, "Let her through."
And she come, fell down. She said, "Padre." (Means 'father.' She's Catholic.)
I said, "Stand up. Stand up."
She got up. She motioned to her baby. It was raining all along. The little blanket she had around it was wet. I never looked at the baby, but I just said... Put my hand on the little fellow. And I said, "God (it was a little blanket), Thou has showed a vision of this little Mexican baby. That mother's love has touched You in some way." And about the time I said that, the little baby let out a big squeal and started screaming to the top of its voice. Women fainted and everything. That little baby was restored back to life by Jehovah God, Who felt the love of that mother pressing for her baby. Certainly it was.

L-31 The next night, when they was lined up, and there laid old blankets, and coats till they were ricked up nearly four foot high. How they ever knowed which one wore it, I don't know. And as they come up to the platform, there was an old Mexican man. He was blind. And when he got up there, he took out a little beads, and begin to saying, "Hail Mary, mother of God."
I took his hand. I said, "That's not necessary, dad." The interpreter, Espinosa, interpreted. And he was blind. I said, "I'll pray for you."
And just as I started to pray for him, I looked down, and he was bare-footed. His clothes were dirty and dusty; his face was wrinkled and his cheeks need shaving. The tears was rolling down his old wrinkled cheeks. He had his hands out like this, hollering, "Padre, padre." I looked at his hands. I took his hands and laid them over my shoulder, I looked at his face. And somehow, you have to enter in to his feeling.


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