<TITLE>14. Par 41-43</TITLE>L-41 If He would tell me that--that George Washington was going to rise from the presidential graveyard, I'd invite the world to come watch it done. That's right. He's... I've seen thousands times thousands of visions, and I'll take anybody to record: never one of them failed. It can't fail; it's God. How can God fail?
So I knowed the boy was going to be healed, and I thought, "Here's my chance, right now." I said, "How many here will receive Christ as their Saviour if this boy will be made well?" Just as far as I could see, those black hands: Shangai, Basothu, everywhere, like that, Indians, everywhere. And I said, "Stand up on your feet, son. Jesus Christ makes you well." Of course the interpreter told him that, but the boy wasn't even mentally right. So he just kept going "Uh, ba, ba, bla, bla," and trying to do a dance. He thought we was bringing him up there to clown, you see, to dance. So I walked over and took a hold of the chain that they had on him, where they'd led him. I said, "Stand up on your feet, Jesus Christ makes you well." And the boy stood up.

L-42 And when he did, the tears dropped off on his black belly. He stood there, and looked around like that, for the first time in his life. That crowd just went into a frantic. There he was. Not only was he healed, straightened up, but in his right mind. See?
I said, "How many of you will receive Jesus Christ now as personal Saviour, One Who loves you?" And I said, "Stand to your feet." Thirty thousand blanket natives stood at one time.
You Canadians know Ern Baxter, don't you? Brother Ern Baxter? He was setting right there at the platform. And Brother Baxter said, "Brother Branham, I believe they meant a physical healing."
I said, "Let me run it through the..."
And old Brother Bosworth just weeping. He said, "Brother Branham," he said, "the Holy Spirit's just taking my life from me."
And I said, "I did not mean physical healing. I meant to receive Christ as Saviour. You that's packing idols, if you understand, break your idols on the ground." And like a dust storm, where them idols broke. Thirty thousand raw blanket natives come to Christ in one altar call. Just think. That's... let's see thirty, ten, twenty, thirty... Well, that would be about ten times the size of Pentecost. That's right. About ten times the size of Pentecost.

L-43 And the next morning the mayor called me, over to my hotel room. He said, "Brother Branham, go to your window, the side that faces the lake right away."
Brother Bosworth had been there. Said, "Brother Branham, I estimate..."
And I said, "Now, you that wants to be prayed for, just believe the Christ that I'm talking about." And I offered one congregational prayer. Now, there'd only been about three people on the platform. Offered one congregational prayer, and there was a estimated of twenty-five thousand outstanding miracles took place at once. See? They're not indocumated: "We are--we are Methodist. We are Baptist. We are Presbyterian. We are Oneness, Twoness, Threeness," And oh, you know, all--all that stuff. They know nothing about it. They're just looking for a God that had something that could answer back. See?


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