<TITLE>23. Par 103-106</TITLE>L-103 And so, he come up there, and I looked at him. I thought, "Here he is, poor old fellow, probably never had a decent meal in his life. There he is now, looking, not even shoes on. Here I stand with a good pair of shoes. Here I stand with a suit." I believe this is the same suit Brother Carl Williams and his wife give me there, and I--and I was standing there. I thought, "Here I got a suit on." I thought... I put my shoulders... I thought, "If it'll fit him, I'll sure give it to him."
I put my feet the side of his; it wouldn't fit him at all. I thought, "What could I do?" And I thought, "There he is staggering in blindness, poor old fellow." You've got to feel for the people, or you won't do no good to pray for them. That's--that's all. And I thought, "If my daddy would've lived, he'd have been about that age."

L-104 I put my arms around him, and started to hug him like that, and I said, "Lord Jesus, there's nothing can help him but You. He hasn't got a penny of money, and probably never had a good meal, or a decent suit of clothes on in his life. And here he stands. And nature has been so cruel to him, till here he's blind. Look what fate has done for him. Oh, Lord God, have mercy on him."
I heard him holler "Gloria a Dios." And looked around, the old man could see as good as I could. There he went off the platform rejoicing, hollering.
The next night there was a whole pile of old shawls and coats, piled up that high across the platform. Raining... Now, them people didn't come and argue because I stayed until nine o'clock; I didn't get there till nine o'clock. And they come there at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and leaned against one another, just leaned against one: no place to set down, just stood in this big ring and leaned against one another.

L-105 So when I got on the platform and got started speaking about faith, looking over this big pile of old shawls... How they ever knowed who they belonged to, and hats, and coats, and so forth... I looked all down through there. And Billy come to me; he said, "Daddy, we've got a hundred or more ushers standing down there. And there's a woman got a dead baby standing there," and said, "we... They... We ain't got enough ushers to hold that woman out of the line."
"Well," I said, "what size is she?"
And he said, "Well, she's just a little bitty thing." And said, "But she's been standing here all day with that dead baby."
And Brother Jack Moore (Many of you know him.), he was standing behind me. I said, "Brother Jack..." Brother Espinosa (Many of you Spanish-speaking people know Brother Espinosa.) and he said... he was interpreting for me. And I said, "Brother Moore, go over there. She don't know me. Go over there and pray for her."

L-106 And she'd go through them little old ushers there, she'd run under their feet, climb over the top of their backs, holding a dead baby in her arms: a little Catholic woman, and she was trying to get up there.
What? Faith cometh by hearing. She'd heard that blind man received his sight. She knowed if that was God, it was God for the living; God could raise the dead. It was the same God that could give sight...?... that dead baby, no matter what condition it was. That's it. She knew He was God, and she was trying to get up there.
And so, Brother Moore started over to pray for the baby, and I turned around and begin to say, "And as I was saying..."
Brother Espinosa interpreted, "Faith is the substance..."
And I looked and here in front of me was a little Mexican baby, little dark face, and little gums a-shining, little bitty fellow, just smiling, setting right here in front of me. I thought, "That must be that baby." I looked around, and Brother Moore was trying to get down through the ushers. I said, "Just a minute, Brother Moore. Call her back, ushers."


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