<TITLE>03. Par 11-15</TITLE>L-11 And finally, I got in the line of that girl. It sounded like a hypocrite to do that, but I got right where she was pushing along.
And she'd say, "Somebody help me. Somebody help me."
And I just kept getting along, you know, until she bumped into me.
She said, "Excuse me, sir."
And I said, "What do you want?"
She said, "Would you help me find my father?"
And I said, "What do you want with your father?"
She said, "Well, I come over here to see the healer." And said, "They tell me that I can't even get near the building. And I've lost my--my father, and I can't find my way back to the bus."
I said, "Where you from?"
And she said, "Memphis."

L-12 And I looked, and I seen the charter bus. I thought I can get the girl back to there, maybe. So I said, "You come over to see the what?"
She said, "The healer."
And I said... Thought I'd just question her to see how much faith she really had. Now, that sounds like a hypocrite to a poor blind girl. But I said, "The healer?"
"Yes, sir."
And I said, "You don't mean that you believe in such a thing as that, as a day like this, as modern as we're living today, with plenty of doctors and so forth? And tell me you'd go to hear something like that?"
She said, "Sir, they can't help me."
And I said, "I see." I said, "Whatever gave you the impression to come here?"
She said, "I listens to the radio, all the good programs." And she said, "I was hearing from over here, Fayetteville..." (That's where that man was from, Fayetteville.) She said, "I heard the broadcast from Fayetteville," and said, "a man that was blind, a shoe cobbler, received his sight here this morning." And said, "We all got together and come over in a chartered bus." And said, "Would you help me back?"

L-13 I said, "Yes, ma'am." But I said, "First, what do you think about that?" I said, "You don't believe that man would be able to do that?"
She said, "No, sir." She said, "But Jesus can do it."
And I said, "Hmmm." And I--I said, "Well, listen, do you really believe that?"
She said, "Sir, I tell you what you do." She said, "If you'll help me in where he's at, then I can find my father after that." Oh, talk about a rebuke. She said, "You help me to where he's at, I'll find my father after that."
I said, "Lady, you mean that?"
She said, "Yes, sir. I do."
And I said, "Perhaps I'm the one that you want to see."
And she grabbed me like that, and her hands caught my coat. And she said, "Is you the healer?"
And I said, "No." I said, "I'm Brother Branham."
She said, "That's who I want to see." And she said, "If you'll ask God, I'll find my father."

L-14 I looked at her standing there, her eyes white, and batting, and tears running down her cheeks. And I thought of blind Fanny Crosby.
Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
See, she had heard of that blind man receiving his sight. And she said the doctor told her that the cataracts on her eyes had to get ripe, and then they could operate. But now, after they'd gotten ripe, they'd wrapped around the optical nerve or something, and there's no hopes for her.
And she said, "My only hope is to get in."

L-15 And I just took her by the hand. I said, "Heavenly Father, years ago there was an old rugged cross dragging down through Jerusalem, the streets, dragging out the bloody footprints of the Bearer. On His road up the hill, His little, weak, frail, body fell under the load. There was Simon, the Cyrene, came and picked up the cross and helped Him to bear it on." I said, "Here's one of his children tonight staggering in darkness, Lord. I'm sure You understand." She begin to praise God. She could see. That was all there was to it. She had her sight.


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