<TITLE>06. Par 14-16</TITLE>L-14 So then the next was a little, cross-eyed boy. Then the Indians begin to watch. Next, one come out; had his head down, kindly backward, his little, Apache fat cheeks hanging out, hair hanging down in his eyes. And I said, "Now, the little lad, is it the boy wants to be prayed for?"
And the interpreter said, "Mother, yes."
And I said, "Now, the little boy is cross-eyed." And so it said that, and the mother took that hand, and grabbed him by the nap of the head, and pulled it back, and his little eyes setting in like that. And I said, "Let me have the little lad." And I had a piece of chewing gum in my pocket, and I handed it to him, and he held it, and looked at me kindly a wild look. I picked him up in my arms, and I thought... I said, "Don't interpret this."
I said, "Heavenly Father, please give me grace [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] that I might lead these real Americans to...?..." I said, "to the Holy Spirit, something that would give them peace, and--and take them home to glory. Let this little ones eyes be opened. I charge Satan to turn him loose."

L-15 I looked in front of me, and I saw a vision of the little boy looking right at me, this way, and his eyes just as right. The Indians just was setting, looking. And I said, "Now, before I turn the little lad (And he had his head laying on my shoulder.), if this baby's eyes isn't straight then I'm a false prophet, run me off the reservation. If it is, how many will receive the Lord Jesus?" All of them throwed up their hands. I said, "What do you think, mother?" To the woman like that.
And she blared out something back to the interpreter, said, "She said, 'If she could, if God could heal deaf and dumb, He could make eyes straight." That's good philosophy. That's... So I turned the little lad around; his eyes was straight as mine. Oh, my, you talk about a prayer line, we had a stampede. It was just coming everywhere. And I asked the interpreter, said, "They thought first, you were false. But they know now, that it's true."

L-16 Just one more thing. There was a--a Brother Jack Moore. How many ever knowed Brother Jack Moore? You ministers from Shreveport, Louisiana, he was one of the Christian Businessmen. You know him in...?... and perhaps, some--many of you, out there, knows Brother Jack Moore from Shreveport. Yeah, look at the hands. He was with me, he and Brother Brown. And there's a--an old Indian mother was really next in line to come out of here, but there was a little Indian boy, about eighteen, a little chunky fellow. He just pushed right in around the rest of them. And I had a prayer line plumb down to San Carlos. Just--just all lined up there. Everybody wanted to be prayed for. So I--I couldn't make the little boy get back, and the interpreter couldn't make him get back. So the old woman was really next, and Brother Jack just caught him by the arms. Brother Jack's a pretty stout little man. Just picked him up and set him back.


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