<TITLE>19. Par 169-176</TITLE>L-169 And she said, "Well," she said, "I's is that kind of woman." She said, "And the Lord give me a baby, and I told her--told Him that I'd raise him." Said, "I'm a poor woman. I wash and work for the white folks for a living." She said, "And He told me that He--He give me the baby, and I told Him I'd raise him." Said, "I've raised him the best I knowed how," but said, "parson, he got amongst the wrong company. He got a disease, and we didn't know nothing about it till he got advanced stage. And he's dying in there on the bed." Said, "He's been unconscious now, two days. And the doctor-man come and said it done eat up his heart and so forth, got into his blood stream, so bad till it damaged him so that the stuff that they give him wouldn't help him now." And said, "He's dying." And said, "I just can't stand to see him die a sinner." And said, "I prayed and I prayed," said, "All night long I prayed." Said, "He's unconscious; he don't know nothing." Said, "He hadn't for two days."

L-170 Said, "I prayed, I said, 'Lord, You give me that baby' and said, 'like You did the Shunammite woman.' Said, 'Where is Your Elijah? Where is...' Said, 'Well, where--where is something to help me?'"
And said, "I fell asleep on my knees." And she said, "The Lord spoke to me, and I dreamed," and she said, "'Go out and stand by the gate. And there'll be a man coming down the street, wearing a little tan hat and a dark suit.' He said, 'He'll speak to you.'"
And she said, "I been standing here since 'fore daylight." And her back was wet from the dew. And she said, "And I seen you coming in that tan hat," she said, "but you're supposed to be packing a little satchel."
I said, "I left it in the hotel." See? And I said, "Your boy is sick?"
Said, "He's dying."
I said, "My name is Branham." I said, "Do you know me?"
She said, "No, sir, Parson Branham, I--I never heard of you."
I said, "I pray for the sick." She wasn't interested in that. She didn't want her boy to die a sinner.

L-175 I walked in; they had an old gate there with a plow point hanging on it to swing it back (Maybe many of you northerners wouldn't know what it is.), but it's to keep the gate closed. And I walked in the house, in a little, bitty, old, two-room (looked like the little, what we call a little "shotgun house") like, setting there; there's a room here, and that's the living room, bedroom, and all together; and the kitchen back there. When I walked in... It was a little whitewashed place, and nice, stripped down on the sides and clapboard. So then... No, I believe she had tar paper on top of the roof; I remember seeing them big bubbles, like of the dew, hanging on top of it.

L-176 Then when I walked in, there was a sign hanging there across that door, said, "God Bless Our Home." Right here in the corner was an old bedstead over here, and one over here. There laid a great big fellow (not a rug on the floor), great big boy, big fine-looking chap standing there. I guess he was weigh a hundred and seventy or eighty pounds, close to six foot. And he had the blanket in his hand, going, "Um. Um."
And she said, "Mama's baby."
And I thought, "Mama's baby." And yet he had a--he had a social disease, syphilis. And he--he was dying.
And she kissed him on the forehead, and patted him like that, said, "Mama's baby."


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