<TITLE>20. Par 66-68</TITLE>L-66 I can see a little old woman out on the street, and she's done wrong. She's done everything in the calendar that's wrong. And the first thing you know, she staggers into a little old mission somewhere, the paint and manicure all over her face, and setting up there looking, and saying, "I ain't fit to be in this place."
The first thing you know the Holy Ghost said, "I've chosen you." Oh, stop her testimony once. Oh, brother, she's so persistent... She might not... The insurance man come to the door, she keeps her head down in shame to go to the door. The next day she can give a testimony that'll shake the shingles loose off the top of the house. Yes... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] She's persistent, brother. She knows she's struck the right thing. That's it. Be persistent. Don't give up.

L-67 John the Baptist was persistent. He knew. It reminds me of Tommy Nichols. I don't guess he's here with us, is he? He's a dandy little old brother. I can just brag about him plenty now. And he was with us the other night. I had a vision of being in glory and come back. And Tommy never pulled any punches, even in that national--international magazine. He put it in there just the way it was. Many of you read it. And the little insert at the bottom of the pages, did you read that? Talked about the ministry of the bygone days, and said that God had even used me many times, and evidently proven to--that He's raised the dead. And what they had, the testimony (we have it) of down in Mexico one night not long ago.
I was having a meeting in Mexico City. And we was in that great arena out there, and thousands of people were standing. And I just had about three or four nights. And one... The second night there... The first night, I just taught the people. They were all standing there, poor, no seats to set down, just standing right out in the middle of the arena, and somewhere around about twenty, thirty thousand of them. And I begin to speak to them about the Lord Jesus, and about His great grace, and His mercies to the people, and give them testimony what He'd done.

L-68 And the second night we went down to pray for them. Across the altar come an old Mexican man, blind, had no shoes on, his old rusty feet and--and everything, the way he looked. I thought of him, and I thought...
Here not long ago when this rifle blowed up on me... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]...?... What it was, was a converted Winchester to a Weatherby Magnum. I think the man that give it to me is setting right here now. And he...
I always wanted a Weatherby Magnum. I don't never play golf, and get out with that bunch of women and things out there. God give me a sport to hunt and to fish. And I always loved a Weatherby Magnum. They're pretty, and I wanted one, but they cost too much. I've got friends would have bought them for me. As I said the other night, "How could I let a man buy a Weatherby Magnum for me for hundreds of dollars, when I got missionary friends ain't even got shoes on their feet?" No, sir.
Them poor old Mexicans down there, nothing, old rusty feet, and old coat on, it all ragged, and maybe never had a good decent meal in his life, and four or five kids at home, and then besides that was blind. I would've give him my coat; I would've give him my shoes, anything; he was a much bigger man. But I give him my love. Put my arm around him and prayed for him, and God opened his eyes right there on the platform. He run up and down through there screaming.


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