<TITLE>02. Par 3-5</TITLE>L-3 And you know, you have to enter into the suffering of a person to have feelings for them. If it ever gets to a place that I can't feel sorry for the sick, then it's time for me to leave the platform, praying for them. It's when I get to a place that I can't feel the burden of sin on the people, then it's time for me to get away from here, because I could never do no--no good for God. It's the feeling you have for the people. You know, it's a love that you can project to the people that they know you love them and they love you, and you can feel it. And there's something that happens then.
And when I was praying for the old fellow, a vision came. He had his head laying over on my shoulders, patting me when I was praying. He couldn't understand what I was saying, because he couldn't speak English. And I was looking this a way praying for him, and as I opened my eyes Brother Espinosa was repeating the prayer over in Spanish, out to one side. And I looked and I seen the old man just a jumping in a vision with his sight. I knew he had it then. So I just pulled him up like this, and I believe that Mexican word is "Gloria a Dios," something like that. "Gloria a Dios," glory to God, Gloria a... [A brother pronounces it correctly--Ed.] "Gloria a Dios," that's it. And--and he hollered that way, "He could see; he could see." And down from that platform he went just jumping as hard as he could jump. He could see.

L-4 And then, just a little after that, I was trying... Billy come to me, and he said, "Daddy, you--you'll have to say something yourself," said, "there's a little Mexican woman standing out there," said, "no one can hold her." Said, "There's twenty-five men can't even hold her." And she had a dead baby, had died that morning. And so the little fellow... It was drizzling rain. And the mother, young, beautiful little Spanish mother, looked to be in her twenties, twenty-three, twenty-five. And the ushers couldn't hold her; she'd climb right over the top of them, this baby under her arm. And so, I said to Brother Moore, I said, "Go down there and offer prayer. How long's the baby been dead?"
"Since..." Said, "since nine o'clock this morning."
And I said, "Well, was it pronounced dead by the doctor?"
"Yes, sir."
I said, "Well, just go down there, Brother Moore, and pray for the baby and maybe that'll console the little woman."

L-5 And so he started over; that's Brother Jack Moore. Many of you remember him, with me on my first journey up the coast here. And he went over to pray for her. And I looked out over that great audience there, out in the open, a big place like--about the size of the bull ring, but it wasn't as--as... It wasn't there because the church wouldn't let us have it there. So then, I looked out and I saw a little baby that was laying on something, and it just raised up and started gooing and jumping its little hands up and down. I knew what was going to happen. So I said, "Just a minute, Brother Moore, maybe I'd better see her."
And the ushers--Billy got down there and got them--the ushers to understand, so they moved them back. And the little lady run to the platform, fell on her knees, and she had her baby under this little blanket. And I tried to speak to her, only Brother Espinosa couldn't get over to where I was then, because many ushers had cut across this way on the platform.


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