<TITLE>07. Par 23-24</TITLE>L-23 I let him talk a little while, and after while he said, "You know, there was a preacher who came here to Campbellsville, or to Acton (a little city) up here on the Methodist campgrounds." And said, "That preacher was never in this country before. And one night while he was up there preaching a three nights meeting, he looked back down through the crowd and seen a woman setting there, and told her that she was praying for her sister who lived up here on the hill, dying with a cancer. Said, 'You've got a handkerchief in your pocketbook.' And said, 'Take that handkerchief and lay it on the woman, and she'll be healed.'"
Said, "That morning, wife and I were up there." And said, "We turned that old woman in a sheet. She hadn't been out of the bed for two years or more--cancer of the stomach. She couldn't even keep water on her stomach." And said, "The sister got up from the meeting, and left that night, and came up, and laid the handkerchief on the woman."
And said, "The next morning, she was cooking eggs and bacon, and making breakfast, and eating." And said, "She's been up there," (This was three or four years ago.) and said, "she's still well."
He said, "Now, if he ever comes in this country again, I'm going to hear him." Said, "Because he produced something that made it look a little more than just a bunch of words to read. It introduced something that was a living and alive. How did he ever know she lived up there on the hill?"

L-24 I looked over at Brother Wood and shook my head. And I was standing there full of mud, and squirrel blood, and everything from hunting; he never had an idea it was me up there preaching. So he--he stood there a little bit, or set there, rather.
And I said, "Sir, you mean, if you could see something that was--looked God--God did something supernatural...?"
"Oh, yes," he said, "that'd make me believe."
I said, "Yes, sir." I said, "How old is this apple tree?"
He said, "Thirty something years; I planted it there so and such a year."
I said, "Every year it comes--brings up apples?"
"Yes."
I said, "This is just about the middle of August. We haven't had one freeze or one cold spell." I said, "We haven't had any weather at all but hot summer. And tell me why. How is it, that those leaves are dropping off that tree?"
He said, "The sap's gone back into the ground."
I said, "If it didn't go back, then that tree would die in the wintertime."
"That's right; sap stay up in the tree, it'd kill it. It has to go down into the roots and hide."
I said, "You tell me what makes that sap--here in the middle of the summer--what intelligent sends it down into the roots to live through the winter, to come back next spring to bring you another crop of apples, I'll tell you it's the same Spirit that told me to go tell that woman to go lay that handkerchief on her. It's the same God."
He said, "You're not that preacher."
I said, "Yes, sir, I am." I said, "You see, you look for something out in a meeting, but God's right around you everywhere. You just can't keep from seeing it." Watch nature.


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