<TITLE>04. Par 10-11</TITLE>L-10 I'd just like to say before I start tonight, that story. I'd like to tell you about it.
I was... She was in South Africa. And how that woman ever knowed that I was coming to London, I don't know yet. And when the plane landed, Brother Lindsay and I, and Brother Jack Moore, we got off of the plane, and Brother Baxter... And we started down, and I heard them paging me there at the International Airport at London. And said for me to come, and I sent Brother Baxter. Brother Baxter come back with--to me with a minister and he said, "Did you ever hear of a woman named Florence Nightingale?"
I said, "The name sounds familiar." And I said, "I don't know."
And he said, "Well, they've flown her in from South Africa, and she's dying over here in a ambulance."
Well, there's a great lot of people out there, and I couldn't get to her. I said, "You tell her."
He said, "Here's the minister, you talk to him."
And I said, "Sir?"
He said, "Well," said...
I said, "Is she any relation to the Florence Nightingale, that the--the nurse?"
And she said, "She--she is Florence Nightingale, a nurse." And said, "But she's not the founder of the Red Cross." Of course, she's been dead for, I guess, fifty years or more, maybe a hundred. And, no, I--I think she died about 1908, or 09, or somewhere along there. So this is some of her relations."
And I said, "How long you think she'll last?"
He said, "She'll probably be dead if we went to the ambulance right now." Said, "She dying." Said, "They... She's come in from South Africa." And said, "Sir, she ain't nothing but just a--just a pile of bones."
Well, I said, "We're going to stay, I believe, they said at the the Picadilly Hotel."

L-11 And King George had written or sent me a telegram, which I have yet from his staff, for prayer, because he had multiple sclerosis. You remember that? And I prayed for him, and after the prayer, why, he would--he got all right, and was able to go around. And so, I went over there; I thought I'd get to see him there. And so when we went on to Picadilly Hotel, the minister came and got me that next morning, and we went to his parish right behind his church where they had Mrs. Nightingale with two nurses attending her.
And friends, I've seen lots of sights. I've seen people when their face would be eat with cancer, till it'd be down here in their neck. They'd have to put a little trough here to pour their liquid in their throat here with just the teeth, and the bones eaten--the meat eaten from it. And sights in India, I've seen lepers lay till there was not even enough for them to raise their hands and stubs of ears, and no nose, and just turned out white like a white wart turned inside out. Little children and everything, eat up with leprosy, laying, piled on top of each other... Seen little children laying starving by the hundreds of them, through the streets, and their little bellies swelled out from starvation, a poor mother laying by them begging for one penny to help that person. That's the reason I can't... If it'd be... If I could beg, I could beg for them. I--I don't want nothing when I know human beings, that Christ died for, is suffering like that. And there's hundreds and hundreds of them tonight, everywhere around the world. And there they are in that condition.


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