<TITLE>02. Par 6-10</TITLE>L-6 I never forget one night there. I know I don't want to get started on testimonies tonight. I'd... Coming from... I told them I was going to pray for all of them before they left, but I sure had to take it back, they... So many, you couldn't even get near the... And it just kept getting more and more. The line would be for city blocks.
And I remember one night I'd went out to pray for somebody. They had come down from... That morning I'd prayed all night that night, standing up. I got down, couldn't stand up no longer; and just on my knees, praying for them as they come by.

L-7 And there'd been a shoe cobbler, blind, from up somewhere above... I forget the name of the city now, close to Jonesboro, about thirty, forty miles. And he'd been blind for years. And the Holy Spirit had pronounced him healed. And he went around, come back in line again.
Said, "You said, sir, I was healed. My eyes are not open."
said, "That has nothing to do with it. You told me you believed me."
He said, "I do."
I said, "Then why are you questioning me?"
And so, he said... he went on. I said just keep saying, "Praise the Lord for my sight."
And he was going home that morning, about five o'clock, being driven by, I believe it was his son, in an old Model A car, and going up the road. And he was setting in the back seat saying, "Praise the Lord for my sight," and his eyes come open. And he just about alarmed the whole country.
And so, he run into the Catholic church that morning with his hat on the end of his cane, twirling it around like this, praising God for having his sight. And then went over in the Methodist church, and they was going to have him arrested for disturbing the worship. Don't look like that would disturbed anything, but--but it would...

L-8 So that night, I'd just wound my way into the platform, and I seen some ushers motioning to me. And there was a driver there. He said, "I've got two more trips to make tonight, bringing people from the hospital."
I went outside, got through to pray for some--a woman that was out there that was--they thought was dying with cancer. And she'd sold the blackberries that she'd canned to get the ambulance to bring her down, her husband had. That's about all they had left. Made some quilts, and they'd--she'd sold that. The Lord healed her. She got up out of the ambulance went out the back, went on in, tried to get in the meeting.

L-9 And I couldn't get back to the door again. There was so many piled in there, about the distance of this, wall to wall, and I just couldn't squeeze through. And one of the ushers come, said, "We'll pick you up in the back of the building. Nobody knows you."
I'd been there about eight or ten days. No one yet had--had got... Many had got into the place. They'd stay there day and night, just waiting for their turn. So then I got around to the back. And I remember it starting--kinda started raining, and I couldn't push my way through in the crowd hardly, and trying to get to the back door where they'd pick me up to get to the platform again.

L-10 My colored brethren and sisters tonight, you excuse me for this remark, and the way I shall say it. But it was in them days they still had kind of a move of segregation in Arkansas. So I started going in, and I heard a--someone calling their father. And I looked. It was a nice looking colored girl. She was blind. She was pushing her way around through the crowd, crying for her father. And no now, one was paying any attention to the young lady, and no one knew me.
So I started pushing like this, and I--some fellows just standing there talking. There was several chartered busses setting there from different parts of the country. There was a fellow standing there, whittling, talking. And I tried to push by him.
He said, "Stop pushing."
And I said, "Yes, sir." And so I started to push again.
And he said, "I said 'stop pushing.'"
I was afraid he was going to start pushing. So I said, "Excuse me, sir." So I went around this other way.


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