<TITLE>13. Par 122-133</TITLE>L-122 The old man, for the next two weeks, or three, he stood on the corner and he sold papers; he would holler, "Extra! Extra! Praise the Lord, I'm healed. Extra! Extra! Praise the Lord, I'm healed."
When he come back to the meeting the next night, I couldn't hardly preach, for him. He would raise up and holler, "Everybody keep quiet. Praise the Lord for healing me. Praise the Lord for healing me." As a Catholic, he didn't know how to take ahold of faith, but he know if he kept on saying it, and kept on, kept on, kept on, until that sixth sense would go to work... That's right. "Praise the Lord for healing me."
He was standing on the corner, hollering, "Praise the Lord for healing me. Extra! Praise the Lord for healing me."
And he'd walk down the street, and there somebody'd come by, say, "How are you, John?"
"Praise the Lord for healing me. All right." And they laughed at him, and made fun of him.

L-127 And another little newsboy led him over to the barbershop for a shave about two or three weeks later from the meeting. And the barber put him up in the chair and lathered his face. And he said, "John," he said, "I understand..." Some little smart-aleck, and he said, "I understand that you was down to see the Divine healer when... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] here."
He said, "Yes, I went down."
He said, "I understand that you got healed," just to make fun of him.
And the old man said, "Yes, praise the Lord, He healed me," and his eyes come open. Out of that barber chair he went with a towel around his neck, the barber trying to catch him with a razor in his hand. And down the street they went. Why? God's Word had went to work.

L-130 Little Georgie Carter laying down yonder, which you all know, some people is here close, laid there for nine years and eight months, couldn't even--nothing but pull a draw sheet from under her from the kidneys and bowels. She weighed some thirty-five pounds, laying yonder in Milltown, Indiana. And her people belonged to a church that... When I went to hold a meeting there at the Milltown Baptist church, and praying for the sick, that church said, "If any member of this congregation attends that fanatic, we'll excommunicate them." And her father was a deacon.
But she'd got my little book, called, "Jesus, The Same Yesterday, Today, and Forever." Brother Hall taken me to her one afternoon. Her mother run out of the house, wouldn't have nothing to do with it; I went in and prayed for her. Said, "Well, how about that Nail girl?" She knowed about the vision.
I said, "That was a vision, sister. I can only pray. You have faith." The poor little thing had been taught against it.

L-133 A few days from then I was standing up there baptizing. She was down there, crying; which she'd promised that she'd come and be rebaptized again, in the Name of Jesus Christ, if God would only heal her.
And there, she, her little old legs just about the size of a broom stick... They couldn't even put her on her bedpan. Her mother, yet a young woman, set there, broke with palsy and gray-headed from watching her daughter laying there dying by inches: tubercular of the female glands, and went all the way through her. She weighed some thirty-seven pounds, I think it was, they judged her. Couldn't raise her up high enough to put the bedpan under her, had to pull a draw sheet from under her, a rubber one. Nine years and eight months she'd laid there, not even able to raise her head to see a tree that was by the window.


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