<TITLE>04. Par 14-17</TITLE>L-14 And I looked at his feet, and I put my foot up beside of his. I thought maybe I could just, without the audience seeing, just slip my shoes off and give them to him. But his feet was much larger, and I put my shoulders to his, see if I could give him my coat. And I thought that poor man in all this trouble, yet fate had been so ill to him, till here he staggers in darkness. Such a cruel enemy we have, the devil.
And just entering into that sympathy with him, put my arms around him and asked our kind, heavenly Father if He would restore the sight to this poor, blind man. All of a sudden, his arms went around me, and he screamed to the top of his voice. He could see, He could see. Up-and-down the platform he went rejoicing.
The next night the clothes were laying, a rick as long as this platform here, of just old coats, and shoes, and hats, and... How they ever know whose was whose, I don't know. The people, just so that if you would pass by it, they'd believed that they'd get well. I thought, oh, I don't find that type of faith in America. Because you got things too easy.

L-15 And another thing that was virgin territory. And here, it's one thing and another thing. "I believe this and I believe that." Christianity, so-called, has too many loose ends. That's right. But there's really only one faith.
Last evening on the temple or on the monument steps, an old brother came by and threw his arms around me and was weeping. For... Anyone standing around could hear him. He said, "I want to hug you, Brother Branham." Said, "You prayed for me up in Lima," I believe it was, and said, "The Lord healed me of cancer, and I've never had the opportunity to express my feelings to you for praying that prayer for me."
Grateful, if we were only grateful enough. But if the Methodists don't want us, we'll go over to the Baptists. The Baptists don't want us, we'll go to the Pentecostal. The Assemblies don't want us, we'll go to the United. We just keep on one after the other, and we become mission trotters, and hardly know what we do believe.

L-16 Brother, what this great church needs is back to the Word and back to God, the old fashion prayer meetings, and--and the old fashion singing, the old fashion Gospel, and back to an old fashion faith in God, a saving experience by the Son of God.
The next evening at the little meeting in Mexico, some twenty thousand accepted Christ, when they seen a little baby... The mother, a little Catholic woman, she was so frantic. They tell me she'd been in the audience since about three p.m. And her little baby, the day before, the doctor had said was dying. And sometime in the afternoon, it passed from this life.
And she was in the audience and it was raining right hard. And she standing out there, was frantic. Brother Espinosa and some of the brethren give out the prayer cards, and Billy, my boy.
And the little woman did not get a prayer card, 'cause she couldn't get in close enough. It was just plaited together. But she was determined to get into the prayer line, and she was screaming.

L-17 Billy come over and he said, "Dad, you'll have to go down to that woman or do something." Said, "There isn't enough ushers to hold her out of the line." She had the little baby wrapped in under her arm. And a little--beautiful little lady of about twenty-five, I guess, or not much over that.
And she was screaming, "Padre," just as loud as she could to have mercy for the baby. I said to Brother Moore, Brother Jack Moore, I said, "Go down and pray for her that--the baby. That'll satisfy her, because it wouldn't be right for me to leave here, now, to go down there with the rest of them."
Just as I started to continue the message, I saw a little baby standing out here before me. I said, "Just a moment, Brother Moore." And went down to the little lady and had her to bring the baby there, and it was all wrapped in a blanket and real soaking wet.


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