<TITLE>15. Par 145-154</TITLE>L-145 Sam called me up, and said, "Billy, he's got cancer of the liver. We can't cut his liver out and him live." Said, "He's a preacher, he ought to be all right now. You might as well tell him he's going."
I said, "He's ready to go, Sam. But the thing of it is, I just hate to see him go. He's my brother, and I love him." And I thought, "O God, do something for me."
I started to go squirrel hunting that morning. I looked out before day (nobody was out in the yard), picked up my rifle and started through the house. There was an old rugged-looking apple hanging on the wall. I thought, "Why did Meda put that on the wall?" I looked, and another and another and another, till six of them hung there. I jerked off my hat and fell on my knees on the floor. Looked up there, and then a great big beautiful apple come down and eat all those apples up. I looked standing above there, and there was that same Light hanging on that picture yonder, standing there, milling around, said, "Stand on your feet. Go tell Mr. Hall, 'THUS SAITH THE LORD,' he'll not die, but live."
I went down and told him. He wasn't any different, but he believed it. He held onto it. There was no difference, seemed like. A day passed, no difference; the second day, no difference. About the third day, it started and here he is a living today, after years and years.

L-149 Notice setting right here, Mrs. Weaver. If I'm not mistaken. When her daughter came, after the healing of Margie Morgan, I went down there, and there wasn't nothing that woman could do. She'd be dead within the next few hours. They had a shot or two they could give her, and that was all. They'd had a female operation, cancer had run up through her spine. They scattered it when they operated, and there was nothing to do for the woman. I wanted to talk to her about healing.
But she said, "Sir, you are a minister of the Lord God, and I'm not worthy that you would come into my house," counting herself unworthy for a minister to come. She said, "I've lived a life. I've danced. And I've liked to have done things that I should not have done. I've used bad language or whatevermore." She told me her sins, and she said, "I'm not worthy of it."

L-151 I seen she was hitting the right line. She'd have to get Christ in here before that sixth, super sense would ever go to work. We knelt down. I talked to her about "though your sins be as scarlet." She gave her life to the Lord Jesus Christ. And when she did, she said, "Oh, oh, I feel so different. Something's happened to me. Something's happened to me. I want to shake hands with all of you."
Just then I looked out and I seen her in a vision, going back behind the house to a chicken coop. I said, "Mrs. Weaver, THUS SAITH THE LORD GOD, you'll make a trip to that chicken coop and you'll live."

L-154 She couldn't go by the way she felt; cancer had eat her up. She couldn't go by what the doctor said; she was dying. And that's been, I guess, fourteen, fifteen years ago, Mrs. Weaver? [Mrs. Weaver says, "Fourteen."--Ed.] Fourteen years ago. She staggered up to this Tabernacle when she was sick; it didn't look like she was able to get out of the bed, little old bony arms; because she promised God she'd come and be baptized in the Name of Jesus. We picked her up out of a wheelchair, almost, there in a chair, took her down in the pool, and baptized her in the Name of Jesus. And there she sets tonight. Look at her if you want to see a specie of health. Why? Casting down reasonings, and scientific researches, and everything else, because the sixth sense went to work. That's it.


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