<TITLE>29. Par 110-113</TITLE>L-110 Coming across the platform that one night, an old Mexican man come, and he was going... He's blind. He had an old hat sewed up with twine cord. No shoes on his feet, like a bear's foot on the bottom, pants legs way up, tore up, an old ragged coat on, dust all over him, coming up blind. He reached in that old ragged pocket and got out a little crucifix. He was going to say a "Hail, Mary." I told him by Brother Espinosa, "Put the thing in your pocket," and he come over there.
And I looked at the poor old fellow. I thought, "My." Blind as he could be. I thought, "If my daddy would've lived, he'd been about that age." Here I was with a good suit of clothes on, a good pair of shoes, and there stood that old man with nothing. I thought, "Maybe he never had a decent meal in his life, and I eat good."
I put my foot up beside of his to see if my shoes would fit him. Thought I could slip them off, and the congregation wouldn't notice. I put my shoulders beside of his, see if my shoulders would fit--would fit him for my coat. Of course, he was much bigger, and his feet was much bigger, and I couldn't. "O God. Look at there." Before you could ever pray for people, you've got to feel their--their condition. You got to have a feeling for them.

L-111 That's what I can't understand today, our denominations widening themselves, and building millions of dollars of buildings, and preaching the coming of the Lord is at hand, and poor little missionaries over yonder don't even got shoes on their feet, packing this Gospel of Jesus Christ.
When he made a offering over there, a little old woman walked up. Had nothing but a little pair of sandals on, and she put them in for an offering, thought some other woman might could use them better than her.
And tonight, we with our much... O, God, don't let me get started on that. Yes, sir. How can we put millions of dollars... Say, "Well, they don't belong to our group." God have mercy. When a man gets his mind off of the group, it's... There's what we're talking about... there, stand on this Word. Them poor people don't even know which is right and left hand, and want to know Christ.

L-112 There them poor Mexicans standing there, leaning against one another. I looked at the old fellow, and I thought, "God, have mercy." Only one thing I can do. I can't talk his language. I just pulled him over next to me. I said, "Heavenly Father, I pray for this poor old man." They don't interpret the prayer. I said, "I pray for him." I said, "Please..."
And I opened up my eyes, and there he was standing before me, looking at me. Nothing uncertain about that, brother, no, no. In a moment I heard him scream, "Gloria a Dios." (Means "Glory to God.") There he was, could see as good as I could. On up and down through there he went, shouting and praising God.

L-113 And the next night (there was about three or four times across this platform), there was piles of old shawls and ragged coats that high to be prayed over. Here they could... They had to let me down over that bull ring of a thing, with a rope around me like this, to get into where the people was at. I got down there, and it'd been raining all day long, and there they stood, laying, piled on top of one another, and everything, all day.
And there'd been a little woman there that night, a little Catholic woman, the night before. Had a sick baby. She couldn't get in to where it was at.
And the next morning she had her baby at the doctor. It died, right in the doctor's office at nine o'clock with pneumonia, and they brought the little baby. She'd come on back over there, about ten thirty. Stood there in that rain all day long, and when the brother give out the prayer cards... (A brother, I called him "Maana," because he was so slow. He never did do anything. And he come--was supposed to get me at seven o'clock, and get me about nine. I said, "Maana"--means "tomorrow," you know.) So he was giving out the prayer cards. And he give his prayer cards out, and she didn't get one.


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