<TITLE>09. Par 29-31</TITLE>L-29 You know, He was once a baby Himself. Talk about a sign, Isaiah 9... When they asked for a sign, God gave them a super sign: "A virgin shall conceive and bear a Child. His Name shall be called Counselor, Prince of peace, mighty God, the everlasting Father." It should've been striking: Jehovah, a baby; Jehovah God, a baby crying in a manger over a pile of manure in the--in the manger. It ought to have been striking: Jehovah, a teen-age boy playing; Jehovah, driving nails as a carpenter. Oh, my. And above all: Jehovah nailed to a cross to save sinners, it should been striking.

L-30 We could see Him. He isn't dead. Not long ago I was talking to--in Mexico. Brother Jack was there that night. About we... About thirty thousand people had gathered together, and we were praying. And God was performing signs and miracles. And there was a little woman down there. She had a baby, and the little thing died nine o'clock that morning; and it was about nine o'clock that night, and it was raining.
And--and so, Billy come to me. He said, "Daddy, there--there's no way of keeping that woman out of the line." Said, "You just can't control her." Said, "She--she's beyond herself."
And I said, "Well, did you all give out prayer cards?" And the brother's name... I... We just called him Maana, because he was so slow. So he was the one give out the prayer cards.
Said, "But she hasn't got a prayer card. He hasn't got any more." And said, "She's been standing here. She didn't get a prayer card." Said, "We got a bunch of ushers, and they can't even keep her out of the line."

L-31 I said to Brother Moore, "You go down and pray for the baby," See? Sent Brother Moore down... And so, when Brother Moore started to go down, I looked out in front of me, and I saw a little baby--little Mexican baby setting before me, just gooing and laughing. I said, "Wait, maybe I'd better go down."
And so the little blanket was wet. They brought her; and as soon as she come, she begin crying out, "Padre, padre."
I said, "Just a moment, lady." She couldn't speak English. And she had the baby under a blanket. Put my hands upon the little baby, and I said, "Lord Jesus, just a few moments ago You showed me a vision. Is this that little baby that You showed me? Been dead since that--this morning, and there it was sitting, laughing?" And when I begin to pray, the little fellow begin to kick and scream underneath that blanket. And I said, "Now, don't write it up till you go let the doctor sign the statement that the baby died this morning at nine o'clock." And he did.
Now, what is it? God is Life. He is Life, Eternal Life to those... Called back the spirit of that dead baby into that little fellow's body...


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