<TITLE>01. Par 1-2</TITLE>59-1125, From The Beginning It Wasn't So, Santa Clara County Fairgrounds, San Jose, Ca, 94 min
L-1 Thank you, Brother...?... You may be seated. I have noticed each night that many of the peoples have put their handkerchiefs up here to be prayed over. I certainly appreciate your confidence. And I do pray over them, and one of our--greatest part of our ministry is praying over the handkerchiefs.
I was in Mexico City recently, and I noticed the little Mexican woman just now bringing up the handkerchief. And the night, before this happened, the incident that I wish to speak of for a moment, we were on a large platform, pretty near, I suppose, about like this building is across. And perhaps maybe Brother Espinosa may be in the service tonight. He was my interpreter. And we were there three nights in Mexico City. And I think the last night there was twenty thousand was saved. We asked if they would been Catholic or any other church, belonged to any church, not to come. We wanted just those who belonged to no church at all. And they were estimated twenty thousand came to the altar. So they would come there at nine o'clock at morning, and I'd come at nine at night. They'd stand leaning against one another through the hot sun, through the day, waiting for me to come to pray for them. Faithful...

L-2 And I remember one night there was an old Mexican dad come across the platform, and he didn't have on any shoes. His trousers were all torn off, and his--had an old hat in his hand, sewed up with twine cord, an old coat, no shirt on, gray beard over his face, and he was blind. And I thought when he come, "That's perhaps somebody's daddy, and maybe the enemy's been so cruel to him..." He... The people in Mexico don't get to live like we do here. Their economics are very poorly balanced.
And so I looked at him and as he got close to me--he was Catholic by faith, he took out a crucifix or prayer beads, and begin to say his prayer beads over, and I spoke to him: that wasn't necessary just then. And--and he kept wanting to find me, he was blind. And when I got my arms around the poor old fellow, I thought, "If my dad would've lived he'd have been about the age of that man." And he was somebody's daddy. And there he was, almost naked, maybe had worked a many hard days to raise some little children. And then besides all that, was blind. I had on a good suit and a good pair of shoes. I put my foot up side of his; I was going to give him my shoes but his foot was much larger than mine. My shoulders, nothing like would meet out with him, so I couldn't give him my coat. And I thought, "Poor old fellow."


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