<TITLE>03. Par 6-9</TITLE>L-6 And I just laid my hands on the little baby. Now, the God of heaven Who's Book this is, knows that it's true. Laid my hands on the bla--the blanket; the little baby was beneath the blanket. I couldn't make the little lady understand what I meant. And she was a hollering, what is that? "Padre," is that what... "Pa--Padre, Padre, Padre."
And so I put my hands on the blanket, over the little baby, I said, "Heavenly Father, I do not know what this all meant, but I seen a little baby in front of me gooing and playing just a few moments ago. If it's this child, let life return to it." And that baby let out a scream, begin to kick blankets every way. That little mother, I... "Brother Espinosa," I said, "now don't--don't publish that, Brother Espinosa, till you get a doctor's statement from them." So he went the next day and got a statement from the peoples, and the doctors, and so forth, that the baby had died. And it was living, fine, well.

L-7 And the next night, I could hardly see over the rick of clothes laying there to be prayed over, of those poor people. How they ever knowed which was which. Now, I've got a lot of Mexican friends setting here. I'm not saying this to make--look bad, but they're real poor down in that country. And the old ragged coats, and old shawls from the mothers, tore all to pieces, laying just piled in ricks that high, all the way up and down there. Just piled them on top of each other there, to be prayed over, because then, they believed.
And oh, I--I'm going back down again. I--I just must go back to Mexico. And only had three nights. And General Valdena, which is my friend that got me in by the Mexican government as a non Catholic to come and have the meeting, and so he's invited me back again in the churches. My sponsorship there was Baptist, Methodist, Presbyterian, and so forth like that, who brought me into the city.
And I seen that little Mexican woman lay that handkerchief there, I just thinking that s--that story that come into my mind.

L-8 Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, a day that's set aside where our pilgrim forefathers set that day aside to give thanks to God for what we had--what He had done for us, for blessing them, giving them crops and so forth. It's one real American day. All the other days, like Saint Patrick's, and so forth, come from across the seas. But this is an American holiday: Thanksgiving Day.
Tonight I want to say that there's so many things that I'm thankful for. I don't know how to give thanks to God for so many blessings. Be sure to remember that tomorrow. If your church has service, attend. Tomorrow night we continue on with our services here. And we're expecting you, if you can, to be out with us tomorrow night. Be sure. If you don't have church service, then at home, get the family together, set down, take God's Word, read it. Tell your children about it. Tell them that this nation was built upon such as that. Our forefathers who fought to--to bring this freedom to us and left the other country so that we could have freedom of worship, and freedom of speech, and freedom of press, and so forth. And we're thankful yet for it. We don't know how long it will last that way, but I say this, "Long may our lands be bright with freedom's holy light; protect us by Thy might, great God, our King." And...

L-9 We're just a little late tonight and I'm changing my subject just a little bit because I don't want to keep you long. And we're going to pray for the sick. And just before we open the Bible, let's bow our heads just a moment to speak to the Author.


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