<TITLE>22. Par 78-82</TITLE>L-78 So he got me on the platform that night, and I was speaking, and Billy come running up. He said, "Daddy, Maana give out all them prayer cards." And said, "There's a little woman down there's got a dead baby." And said, "I've got over a hundred and fifty, two hundred," forget what it was, "ushers, and they can't stop that woman."
Said, "She's got that dead baby on her hip, and she'll run between their legs and run over their shoulders, and everything else with that dead baby." And said, "She ain't getting no prayer card." And said, "We done give them all out. And if I put her in line ahead of them people that come and got a prayer card, there'll be a riot as sure as the world."

L-79 And now, Brother Jack Moore... Anybody ever know Brother Jack Moore? Many of you. He was with me. So I said, "Brother Jack, she don't know me from you." I said, "Go on over there and pray for the baby, and it'll--it'll be all right."
And these ushers would take and hold her back, and she'd stand there. And as soon as they'd turn their head, she'd run right between their feet like that, hard as she could. And she'd upset four or five of them. They'd shove her back again. They couldn't keep her off the platform. Oh, persistent, my...
And so, our Brother Jack started over to pray for the little baby, Billy was taking him over. And I said, "As I was saying..." Then Brother Espinosa, a Pentecostal brother from California, was giving the interpretation. I said, "Now, faith is the substance of things hoped for, evidence of things not seen."

L-80 And when Brother Espinosa started to say that, I looked right out here, about two or three feet from here, and there was a little Mexican baby in a vision--little old, no teeth, just gums, just laughing at me. And I rubbed my eyes. I looked again, and there it was, little bitty fellow. He was just laughing, them little black eyes just staring.
I thought, "Wonder if that's that baby." I said, "Hold it just a minute, Brother Espinosa." And Brother Jack was going off the platform. I said, "Tell the ushers, Brother Espinosa, make a way and let the lady come up."

L-81 She was standing about the distance of this building out there, still pressing her way with this dead baby in a blanket. It died that morning about nine o'clock. The doctor pronounced it dead: died with pneumonia. So she... They made a way, and here she come up to the platform. She fell down and begin to holler, "Padre." It means "Father." I tried to get her to stand up.
When she stood up, Brother Espinosa said, "Has she got a prayer card?" I said, "No. But Brother Espinosa, don't say this. I don't know. I seen a little Mexican baby in a vision right out before me here." And I said, "It may be her baby. I'll just pray and let it go on like that."
He said, "All right."

L-82 I said, "Don't interpret the prayer." And I--I told her to stand up, and Espinosa told her in--in--in Spanish to stand up. She stood up. I said, "When did your baby die?"
"Nine this morning." It was about ten-thirty then that night.
And I said, "You believe?" With all her heart. There wasn't a doubt in the little thing's mind, pretty little woman, looked to be about in her early twenties, twenty-two or twenty-three, typical little Mexican senorita.
So she had this little baby and a little blanket over it. There it was laying there just soaking wet, that blanket. She'd been standing out there since that morning. She'd seen a piece in the paper about that old man getting his sight, so she was ready to bring that baby. And so, I asked her if she believed. She said, "Yes."


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