<TITLE>20. Par 180-194</TITLE>L-180 Why, my heart just went big. I thought, "Yes, no matter how deep you are in sin, you're still her baby." Then I thought, "See, no matter how bad off he was, it was still 'Mama's baby.'" And I thought, "God said, 'A mother may forget her suckling babe; but I can never forget you, for your name's engraved in the palms of My hand.'" See? How could it be.
I looked at that poor old saint walking around there. You could tell, brother, she didn't have nothing in the house; but she had something in the house that every house in Indiana, everywhere else ought to have in it; It was God. I'd rather have that than have a big fine home with pinup girls, and all this vulgar, nasty stuff. Old Bible laying there where It's opened, old pages wrinkled in It...
I looked at her. And she said, "The parson come pray for you, honey."
He go, "Um. Um. Dark. Um."
And I said, "What's he saying?"

L-185 And she said, "He doesn't know. The doctor-man says he's out of his head." Said, "He thinks he's out in a big sea somewhere, and he's rowing a boat, and he's lost." And said, "That's what I can't stand, parson: to know my baby's dying, lost." And she said, "I knows you come to help me, 'cause the Lord's done told me so."
I said, "I'll pray for him," and I said, "maybe the Lord will heal him."
She wasn't interested in that; she just wanted him to raise up and say that he was saved. That's all, just so as long as he was saved. No matter, he has to go anyhow, so, sometime; as long as he's saved. Oh, if we could just get that attitude. That eternal home yonder, she knowed she'd live with him again then.
Said, "If I could just hear him say he was saved."
I said, "Let's bow down." And she knelt down. And I took ahold of his feet, and his feet was real cold and sticky. And I couldn't pull the cover over, a little--little thin blanket she had over him there; and just had on his trunks, you know.

L-190 And so he... And he was pulling that back like that, just thinking he was in it. He grabbed that, and thinking he was pulling oars. He kept saying, "It's so dark. Um. Um. It's so dark." So then she tried to talk to him; and he just kept saying, "It's dark and cold," just pulling.
Then I--I looked at her a little bit, and she knelt down there; I said, "Auntie, would you lead us in prayer?"
She said, "Yes, sir."
Just she, and I, and the boy, and the Holy Spirit in the room is all. That old saint prayed. My. When she talked to Him, you knowed she had talked to Him before. Yes, sir. She knowed Who she was talking to. She said, "Lord, I don't know what You're going to do," she said, "but everything's just the way You said it."

L-194 Oh, my. Oh, I'm so glad. I'm so glad He's still the same Jesus was back there with those saints back in there. He's still the same Jesus today.
And I never asked her about her religion, whether she was Baptist, Pentecostal, or what. That wasn't my business. I was--I was just following the Holy Spirit, and she was doing the same thing. We wanted to see what He was going to do.
So we knelt down, and she started praying. And when she got through praying, she raised up and kissed his head, said, "God, bless my baby."
And then she said, "Now, will you pray, parson?"
And I said, "Yes, ma'am." And right then it was about half past eight, maybe quarter till nine, and I was two miles from the place, and--and the airplane leaving at seven o'clock; and didn't know when I'd ever get out.


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