<TITLE>08. Par 47-48</TITLE>L-47 Here some time ago I was preaching down in Kentucky. And outside the meeting there was a man who belonged to a church that believes the days of miracles is past. He was holding a lantern in his hand. And he said, "I just waited for you, preacher (an old uncle and I, that's gone on now)."
And I said, "Yes, sir."
He said, "I'm So-and-so."
And I shook his hand. I said, "I'm sure glad to meet you, my brother."
And he said, "I just want to tell you that I believe that you're absolutely wrong."
And I said, "Well, you got a right to do that, because you're an American."
And he said, "Well. You see..." And we got...
I said, "Wrong on what would you mean, on the healing?" I said, "What about that little barefooted girl that just walked up there yesterday, last night, had a little baby." She wasn't over about fourteen years old herself, barefooted, a little old (What you call it?) gingham, calico, or some kind of a dress on (I don't know about goods.). And--and she had a little baby in her hand. And she walked up to me. And people sticking in the windows. (And this was a Methodist church, the White Hill Methodist church, just out of Burkesville, Kentucky, where I was born.) And she had this little baby. And I said, "Sister..." I'd asked, "Anybody sick?"
And she walked up through there, a little bashful thing, her little head down; and she said, "Yes, sir, my baby." And the little thing [Brother Branham demonstrates--Ed.] going like that.
I said, "What's the matter with it, sister?"
She said, "It's got the jerks."
And I said, "The jerks?"
"Yes, sir."
I said, "How long has it had these jerks?"
And she said, "Well, ever since it's been born, and it's might nigh to a year old."
And I said, "Are you willing to let me hold that baby?" Up there in the mountains you have to kinda watch about that.
And she said, "Yes, sir." She give the little fellow in my arms.

L-48 And in my heart... I just stood still a minute. I said, "God, if You're going to let me win these people, then do something for me now." And while I was holding it in my hand, it stopped jerking. I looked at it, set it up in my arms, played with it. And it grinned and laughed at me. I looked down at her. And she raised, had her little head down, her hair parted and hanging down her back, and plaits on it. She raised her head up, and the tears running down her little cheeks. Rough men standing there, whiskers on their face that long, and the tears running down their cheeks... Looking around, I said, "Here's your baby, sister. Jesus Christ makes it well." And them old women begin to faint and fall on the floor. And pour water in their face and fan them, and--and... Why, I said, "What did that?"
He said, "Mr. Branham, I cannot accept anything until I thoroughly see it."
I said, "Well, a good idea, I suppose," but I said, "I want to ask you where you live."
He said, "Back over across the mountain here a way. Go over home with me for supper tonight, and I'll give you some buttermilk and corn bread."
And I said, "I'd like to go, and I'm really hungry," but I said, "I can't do it. I got to go home with my uncle." And he said...
"Well, I want to ask you--I want to ask you something. How do you know you're going to get home?"
He said, "Well, I'll just walk over that mountain."
I said, "Can you see your home?"
He said, "No."
I said, "Then how do you know you're going to get there?"
He said, "There's a path that leads there."
I said, "But still, you can't see it. And you just told me you couldn't accept anything 'less you seen it thoroughly."
"Oh," he said, "I'll just take the light and walk with the light."
I said, "That's just what I'm trying to get you to do." Just as the lantern gives light, you walk in the Light as He is in the Light." We'll get there all right. Though I don't see the end plainly, but I know it'll be there.


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