<TITLE>04. Par 12-15</TITLE>L-12 And many of you Mexican people knows Brother Espinosa, he was interpreting. And he was a wanted to know where the healer was. And he reached in his pocket and got out a rosary, beads, to say his prayer. And I said to him, "That's not necessary, dad."
And I looked at him. And I looked with no shoes on, and I had on a pretty good pair of shoes. I put my foot up beside his to see if they would fit him. I would've give them to him. And he had... My coat was... Well, I wear Penney's clothes, which is sev--seventeen to twenty-seven dollars. So it was a better than he had on. So, I put my shoulders against his. But, oh, he was much wider. And then I thought the poor old fellow probably never had a good meal in all of his life, little old greasy tortillas, or something they eaten, maybe raised a bunch of children. And there, dusty and dirty from working... And then think that fate was so ill to him, until he was blind.

L-13 Now, listen. I want to tell you a secret of praying for the sick. I'm not a healer. God knows that. But God has answered prayer for me many times. And the only way it can be done; you've got to enter into the fellowship of their suffering. You've got to really feel it.
And that poor old fellow there, I thought if my old dad would've lived, he would have been about his age. And I just put my arms around him and started praying. I thought, "Lord..." They don't interpret the prayer. "What, this poor old man..."
And just then I heard him say that word, "Gloria a Dios." I don't, might not say that right, 'cause, I told you I can't speak English, so you know I couldn't speak Spanish. But I know that means, "Glory to God," or something. And he run across the platform hugging everybody. He could see as good as I can. The Lord opened his eyes.

L-14 And the next night, there was piles of old shawls and hats. A rick of them three times as long as this, about that high. How they would ever know who it belonged to, or which was which, I do not know. But they had believed. They had seen something.
That night, Brother Espinosa... I would never state these things until they're authentic, they're proven.
A lady had been standing in the rain since around two o'clock that afternoon with a dead baby. And when Billy come to me, he tried to give out prayer cards. He couldn't. So he had to go around with somebody else to give out the prayer cards and see that they didn't sell them, and so forth. You know. So, he couldn't speak Spanish.
And this little lady was trying to get in the prayer line, and a whole group of ushers couldn't hold her back. Oh, she was frantic, a little, a lovely little lady, about so high, about--weigh about a hundred and ten pounds, and about twenty-eight years old, I suppose. And she was just screaming, holding this dead baby in this blanket.

L-15 And Billy come to me; he said, "Daddy, you're going to have to do something." Said, "They haven't got enough ushers there to stop her." She'd climb over the top of them, anything. She was desperate.
And I said to Brother Jack Moore. Many of you know Jack Moore from Shreveport. And I said, "Brother Jack, go over and pray for the baby and that'll satisfy." And I turned to look this a way, I seen a little baby smiling, looking at me, a vision. I said, "Wait a minute." I walked over to where the little one was. She had it covered all over there where that she'd fell down. And I said, "Bring her here."
She begin screaming, "Padre, padre..." Ever what... It means father. A padre, a padre... And I got her up.
And I said, "The baby dead?" She couldn't speak, of course. And I laid my hands upon the baby. And I said, "Heavenly Father, is that that little one You let me see just then?" And her baby screamed, and let out a big kick and started yelling the top its voice.


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