<TITLE>12. Par 36-39</TITLE>L-36 And I looked and I seen the man. I noticed again; I sort of prayed for him, passed him on through. I noticed something like a blue shadow above him. Kept watching it, after while I seen him standing there, his head back, standing straight (it's a disease that gets into their spine. Tommy, you know what they call that? Makes them kindly walk on their hands and feet.) And I--I didn't know if it crippled him up, and oh, it was terrible, standing there almost naked. But I seen just above him, that he was healed.
I said, "Lord God, this is the hour." I stopped a minute. I said, "How many of you people here, that will serve the Lord God, if He will give this man his right condition?" Far as you could see the hands was up, black, white, yellow, brown. And when we prayed for the boy, he couldn't understand me, thought I wanted him to do a dance like he does for the missionaries when they come in, you know, clowning, dancing. They all want to do a little war dance. And took him by the chain and lifted him up, and the God of heaven restored him back. He stood there, and the tears running off his cheeks and hitting on his black belly. Now only was he healed, but was in his right mind. And thirty thousand blanket heathens broke their idols on the ground, and accepted Jesus Christ as personal Saviour at one time.
Twenty or thirty years for one soul. The hour has come when God's sending His men into the fields. The hour has come when Christ is revealed.

L-37 I was on my road down--just one more little story here. It's on my heart to tell you. I was in a train, one night, going down to Houston, Texas. And in there, I saw a little boy (I mean Miami, Florida.), a little boy laying dead, where a lot of trees was wrapped together in rocks, and his funny looking haircut, great big brown eyes turned back. His feet was through his socks. A automobile was laying, wrecked on the side of the road, and he was dead. His little body was just one great big mass of broke up bones. I thought, "Who is that?" And the vision left me. I went on down. There may be people setting here. I explained it, told the people, "Get ready, write it in your books. Write it in the fly leaf of your Bible, and see if it comes to pass. Somewhere a child, about eight years old, got dark brown hair, brown eyes, funny haircut, little short pantywaist pants on." I said, "He's going to be killed." And I guess thirty or forty thousand Bibles was packing it." You might have read the article in "The Voice Of Healing."

L-38 How many knows that the case before I even say anything about it, raise your hand? Foretold before it happened, not after, but before it happened. And there, in that gate there, there's a little boy got drowned; they brought me out, they wo... The father wouldn't let the undertaker get him. I went out, and said "That's not the child, that's a well dressed child, real coal black headed, that isn't him.
Two years later way up in Sweden, Norway, Finland, I was coming down from Kuopio, that's up in the land of the midnight sun, we was having a meeting. Those little boys up there, no more than kids, right after the war, and their--they never shaved. Some of them little boys wasn't over fifteen years old, great big old long coats, and boots, the women all downtown, young women all gathered together and old men. The Russians had killed them all out in the war.

L-39 I preached in Hague, in the field. Not with shorts on, great big thick skirts, big boots, some of the finest people you've ever meet, them Finns, real loyal. And as I was standing up there, Brother Lindsay, all those, about thirty ministers was there, I said, "Something's fixing to happen. I can just feel it."
Said, "What is it, Brother Branham?"
I said, "I don't know; they begin to take pictures then."
He said, "Is it the Angel of the Lord here, can we get the picture?"
I said, "I don't know. But something's fixing to happen, bear me record."


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