<TITLE>07. Par 18-21</TITLE>L-18 One night I come home; I was laying in my bed. If you want to write for these testimonies, I'm giving you addresses. You write to Georgie Carter, Milltown, Indiana, and it'll--it'll go to her: Georgie Carter, Milltown, Indiana. And she belonged to a church that did not believe in Divine healing. She was taking piano lessons when she was a little girl, and her Uncle was taking her to this--to a piano lesson. And when he did, this man, being a full grown man, and her a little girl, ravished the child. And when it did, it give her TB. And she'd been laying nine years and eight months on the flat of her back with TB of the female glands, all through her body and into her lungs. And she approximately weighed thirty-seven pounds. I think that, what they could weigh her...
Now, you can just write her if you wish to. It's your privilege if you want to. She'll be glad to write back. And I knowed nothing of the girl. And I didn't even know where Milltown was.
And I come in home and I seen mother... And I said, "I'm going to bed early tonight, because I want to go in and meditate on the Lord."
She said, "All right, Billy, just go on in, go to bed."

L-19 I went in the room, and I prayed and praying for a long time. And after while I looked over there... And mama was just one of these old fashion country women, wash her clothes and lay them in a chair (I don't whether you women ever did that or not), and lay them there till she irons them, stands around bare footed and irons. And so I... Mama had chairs setting there and clothes in them of all of us boys in--at home. And I was staying home then. It was after I'd lost my wife long time.
And I looked and it looked like that chair was coming toward me. And when I looked it was that Light coming towards me. And when It got right to me, I started like going through a wilderness. And I could hear something like a little lamb going, "Baa, baa." And I thought, "Oh, that poor little fellow is hooked up somewhere." And I started through the brush trying to find it. And when I got to a--up close to it, I could listen again; I said, "Where is it at?" I thought, "The poor little thing." And I started up close, closer, pulling through the brush. And when it was "Baaing," it was going, "Milltown, Milltown." And I was working, trying to get to it. And I come out of the vision. I thought, "Where is Milltown?" I thought, "There's trouble at Milltown. Some lamb is caught down there or up there, wherever it is."

L-20 And I went out, and I asked my church Wednesday night, did they know anyplace named Milltown. Nobody knowed it. Well, then on Sunday I asked again, "Anyone know a place named Milltown?" George Wright (many of my people here from the tabernacle know George Wright, been coming there for years), he said, "Why, Brother Branham," said, "Milltown is just a--down there on the Southern, about thirty-five miles from here, a little city, sets on a little hill down there." Said, "I know where it's at."
I said, "Will you take me to it?"
He said, "I will."
Well, then I said, "I will be down the following Saturday."

L-21 Well, I went to Milltown. We went down there; they got about two groceries. And I seen people come in their wagons and buggies (like they do down in Kentucky, you know, down in the hills) and I thought, "Well, I don't see nothing here." I went in and asked a man if I could buy that little wooden box from him.
He said, "Yes, what do you want with it?"
I said, "There's a lot of people standing out here; I want to make me a platform to stand on. I'm a preacher. I want to preach."
He said, "You don't owe me nothing for it. Take it out there. That's all right."


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