<TITLE>23. Par 80-83</TITLE>L-80 Look, how many ever heard of Paul Rader? He wrote this famous song, "Only Believe." Paul was a wonderful brother. I knew him. He used to be a woodsman, he used to chop wood.
And he said, one time when he was in missionary fields, he fell sick. I believe he had blackwater fever or something. He and his wife was down in the islands, and they was way away from doctors and everything. And Paul... Anybody knowed Paul, knowed he was a believer in Divine healing. So then...
I'll be preaching right in his tabernacle week after next. By the way, I'm going to be preaching ne--week after next, in the suburbans of--of Bloomington--the suburbs, Chicago, see--of Bloomington, so you come on over. See? And so then... Remember, don't tell the Chicago people that though. I don't know whether they'd stand for that or not, but anyhow, I'll be over there, the Lord willing.

L-81 And then Paul Rader, he said he got real sick. Kept getting sicker, sicker, sicker. And it got--get dark in room. He said, "Wife, come close." Said, "Honey, I may be going now." Said, "Stand by my bedside. Pray for me." It kept getting darker and darker. He kept confessing, "God, You're my Healer." Darker and darker, darker, darker, darker, darker. Kept on going. After while he passed completely out.
And he dreamed. He said he thought he was back... (He come from Oregon, you know). He said he thought he was back there chopping wood. And his boss was in the log woods said, "Paul, go up and fell a certain eighteen-inch tree (or fourteen-inch tree or something like that), bring it down here."
Said, "All right." Said up the hill he went, smelling them wonderful pine needles, and just having a glorious time. Said he took... "You could feel that old double-bitted axe as she sunk into that soft timber, you know." Farther north you go, colder it gets--softer the timber. Hotter it gets, why, harder the timber--the same thing--material.

L-82 So then, said he'd felled the tree, trimmed it up right quick. Said he stuck his axe down in it, and my, he'd pick that tree up... You know, Paul was a strong man--weighed better--weighed over two hundred pounds.
So he reached down, put his knees together... And a man's muscles is in his back, and his legs, and so forth, so he reached down and so he could pick it up.
And when he got a hold of it he pulled, and he pulled, and he pulled, and he just couldn't get it up. He was stuck. And he said, "I've lost my strength. I just can't get that log up. Why, I've packed them twice that size." And he tried again, and he wrestled, and he wrestled, and he wrestled, until he was just wore out. See, it was that--that fever. Said he got so depleted, till he just sat down against a tree and said, "I'm just can't go no farther. I'm just gone. I can't go no farther."

L-83 And said directly he heard his voice--his boss--His Boss's voice. "Paul."
He said, "Yes, boss." Said, "Does that sounded awful sweet?"
Said, "What you tussling with it for?"
So he turned around. He said it wasn't his boss; his real Boss.
He said, "Paul, you're just wrestling with it, and wrestling with it, and wrestling with it." Said, "You see that stream of water laying right there?"
Said, "Yes."
Said, "That stream of water comes right down to the camp." Said, "Why don't you just throw it in the river, jump on it, and ride on down to the camp?"
"Oh," he said, "I never thought of that." Said he just pushed it over in the water and jumped on it. Said over the ripples he went, was having a big time splashing the water, saying, "I'm a-riding on it. I'm a-riding on it." And when he come to hisself, he was standing right in the middle of the floor, screaming at the top of his voice (absolutely healed), saying, "I'm riding on it. I'm riding on it. I'm riding on it."


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