<TITLE>02. Par 6-10</TITLE>L-6 He said, "Brother Branham, that's exactly the truth."
I said, "Now, she's off in some sort of a isms about drinking juices, and things like that, and don't eat any meats, and don't..."
He said, "That's exactly right."
I said, "That's what broke her down in TB. Her body's undernourished." I said, "You go tell her that I said THUS SAITH THE LORD, don't doubt that. I don't care if she's ninety years old; she'll still have the baby." See?

L-7 And so he went back and told her. And she throwed away her juices, and started eating normally, and came back, and believed it. And then I was with Brother Fred Sothmann; he's here somewhere. We was... Fred, what was those people's name? Dobble, and we were... Where was that place where, way up there at the end of the world? Prince Albert, up at Prince Albert.
And this woman she was that old, and was going to have this baby, and the doctors was wondering what was going to take place, didn't think she could have it. So to show their faithfulness, and their thoughts, they put her on a train in an ambulance affair, and brought her up to that meeting to see what the Lord would say. The Lord spoke and said, "Tell her to return back; she has a boy coming."

L-8 Well, she no more than got home till she got that fine big boy, and there she was. And way... She's way in her fifty's. You see? But He's never failed; when He says anything it'll be just that way: got to be.
I was thinking, is Brother Welch Evans here? Brother Fred, did he come? He never come. I was thinking here not long ago, just to show you how easy, how loving the Lord is, and how--how He loves to heal...
He... We were fishing down in Florida; we had a meeting down in Georgia, went on down to Florida to fish about two days. And this Mr. Evans is a staunch Christian, a lovely brother. And his brother is not a Christian, so he run a bait shop, and we went out in some kind of a jungle there where you had to rake snakes out of the way, and gators to get into where we could fish. And his brother had been bitten by a ground rattler. I don't know... I don't think you have them in Louisiana; they're little bitty rascals. And they're real bad. When they bite you, they kill you. And so... They're worse than the cottonmouth.

L-9 And so this boy had been bitten by one out there; he's quite a fisherman, and they'd sent him to a hospital. And about three months, I believe, wasn't it, Brother Fred, he'd laid in the hospital? He was there and a great big brace under his leg walking around, and they thought he'd lose his leg, if he didn't lose his life. And it was very bad.
Well, I... The Lord had blessed me, and I'd caught, oh, the bass, great big ones, and I was so happy about it. And I had a big one on the line that I couldn't even hold him. And he would just... He'd jump, and you had to hold him up on a pole, and he'd shake the bait out of his mouth, and I'd throw that little popper back, and he got it the third time. Well, everybody throwed their pole down and run up there. And--and I said, "I just can't hold him."

L-10 So I let him rest a little bit and tried it again. And I... Another one, that one would've weighed twelve, fourteen pounds, and this one looked about ten, eleven pounds. And I was holding him on; I said, "That's not him."
But when I got him played out, and was bringing him up to the shore, Brother Evans there with his trousers legs rolled up, he isn't afraid of anything. And so, he said, "Wait a minute, Brother Branham, lot of pads and things," Said, "I'll take him off for you."
And I said, "Well, that's all right." I said, "I'll just drag him in, if it gets off we don't care."
So he said, "I'll get him."


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