<TITLE>21. Par 64-67</TITLE>L-64 And she was standing there, and I said, "How'd you know I was a parson?"
She said, "Did--did you ever read that story about the Shunammite woman?"
I said, "Oh, yes."
She said, "I's is that kind of woman." And she said, "I didn't have any children, and I told the Lord if He'd give me a baby that I would--that I would--I would raise it to--to serve Him." And said, "I--I did that. The Lord give me a baby," and said, "I washed over washboards to make a living for him." And said, "He--he'd been such a fine boy," but said, "he took a road that's wrong. He got out with the wrong company." And said, "He..." And she was an old Pentecostal saint. And so she said--she... "He took the road was wrong." And said, "He got a horrible social disease." And said, "I didn't know it." And said, "Now, they can't do anything for him." Said, "His heart's done eat out." Said, "He's laying in there dying."

L-65 And said, "Last night I prayed all night." Said, "He's been unconscious two days, parson." And said, "I prayed all night last night." And I said, "Lord, You give me this baby." Said, "I--I is your servant," said, "where is that Elisha," he said. And said, "I kept on praying." Said, "This morning I went to sleep on my knees," and said, "about two o'clock." And said, "I dreamed that the Lord told me to come here and stand on this gate." And she said, and said, "He will be coming down the street with a tan suit on and a little tan hat." And said, "I been waiting here since before daylight, and I seen you coming," said, "That--I--I knowed." Oh, that's Pentecost. That's real Pentecost.
I said to her; I said, "My name is Branham, auntie. Did you ever hear of me?"
She said, "No sir, Parson Branham, I never heard of you." And she said, "I'm sorry, but I never heard of you." She said, "Won't you come in?"
And I said, "Yes, ma'am, thank you." I never said another word. I thought, "This must be it."

L-66 So when I walked in, they had an old plow point hanging on a chain on the gate to pull it back together. Went in a little old two room--what we call shotgun house in the east, little long room. And I been in king's palaces, went to prayed for King George of England. I was with the Gustavus up in Swi--Sweden. And I been in many king's palaces, and King Farouk, and--and many other places, and great potentates and monarchs. Some of the greatest the world has today, I've had the privilege of going in and talk with them, interview. I've been in lovely homes. But I never was more welcome and felt any more at home, than I did in that little Negro hut that morning.
When I went in there, wasn't a rug on the floor, a little old poster bed set kinda that way, and they had a big sign up on the door there, said, "God bless our home." I been in people's houses who call themselves Christians, and pinups and dirty vulgar pictures was hanging on the wall. I felt really at home.

L-67 Looked there on the bed, and there laid a great big sturdy looking colored boy, I guess would weigh a hundred and seventy pound. And he had the blanket in his hand going, [Brother Branham makes groaning sound--Ed.] I said, "What's the matter, brother?"
And she said, "Parson, he hasn't spoke for two days." And he kept saying, "It's dark in here. It's dark. I don't know where I'm going. [Brother Branham makes groaning sound--Ed.]" And the old auntie come over to me; she said, "Parson, he thinks he's out in the river somewhere, asea. And it's dark, and he's rowing a boat and he can't see where he's going." And said, "He's been saying that for two days."
And I said, "Oh, that's too bad." And I said, "Well, auntie," I said, "my ministry, I've just left Dallas Texas; I pray for the sick." She wasn't interested in that.


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