<TITLE>11. Par 47-50</TITLE>L-47 Here some time ago a precious old patriarch, about fifteen years ago, a lovely old brother... He had one son, and that son was dying. He had black diphtheria. And he asked me... He kept day and night to get me to go pray for that boy, and I was just so busy I couldn't do it. Finally, I got a chance to run over. The doctor wouldn't let me go in, said, "You're a father; you got children. You... Now, you just can't go in there."
And I said... I perceived he was Catholic, and I said, "I want to ask you something. If I was a priest, and I had to go in to give him the last rites, would you let me?"
He said, "That's different."
I said, "Not to these people it isn't. I'm just as much to those people as your priest is to you." And I said, "I'm going in to anoint him for life, not for death." And I said...
And he said, "Well, he's dying."
I said, "Well, if he is, then won't you respect the faith of these people?"

L-48 And he dressed me up like a Ku Klux Klan and finally sent me in there. And so, we went in there, and the little nurse come around, and--and she watched. And she was kind of upset about me coming in anyhow. The cardiogram, some kind of a machine there we was looking at, had went way down. The heartbeat was only so many times.
And so I prayed for the boy just a few words of prayer, and laid my hands over on the little fellow. He was about twelve, fourteen years old. And I said, "Heavenly Father, upon the basis of the faith of this old father and mother calling me to pray for this child, and upon Your Word, You said, 'These signs shall follow them that believe. Now, if they lay their hands on the sick they shall recover.'"
I said, "I've just come from the meeting where I seen You do great signs and wonders. I believe to be a believer. If I'm not, help my unbelief, O God." I said, "For the sake of this child, I lay my hands upon this child and bless it in the Name of Jesus Christ for its healing, that it will be well. Thank You, Lord, for giving us the promise. I believe it." Committed it to God, walked away.

L-49 And the old father raised up, and put his arms around the mother, and they hugged one another. Said, "Mother, isn't it wonderful? Isn't it wonderful?" Not one change in the child, still laying there, pumping artificial respiration to him with pulmotor on him. Said, "Isn't it wonderful? Oh, thank God for healing our son."
And that little nurse just stood there and looked. She was just a kid, just about eighteen, twenty years old, a little Snickle-fritz as I'd call it, you know, standing there chewing that--popping that gum, looking around like that. She said, "Did you understand what the physician said?"
And the old daddy turned around and said, "I understood very well, child, what he said." He said...
She said, "How can you stand there and laugh and pat one another like that, when your child laying here dying?"

L-50 And the old father cleared the tears back out of his eyes, and throwed that bald head back, and looked her in face. He said, "My child, my son is not dying; he's living."
She said, "Sir, of all medical history, when that chart (ever what that hand is that drops down on there), it's never been known in all medical history for that hand to ever come back again. The boy is dying. He's been in a coma for two days. He's dying."
He put his hand over on her shoulder. He said, "Honey, look. You're trained to look at that machine." Said, "That's what you're looking at. I'm looking to a promise."


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