<TITLE>08. Par 26-29</TITLE>L-26 I looked, laying there on the bed, and there was a great big, fine boy, looked to be about a hundred and seventy or eighty pounds, six foot tall. And he had a blanket, little, like a little sheet blanket in his hand, and he was going, "Ugh, Ugh." Kept complaining about being dark. He said, "Dark in here."
I said, "He's talking."
Said, "He's been saying that for two days." Said, "He thinks he's out on the sea somewhere, and he's lost in a boat, and he can't find his way back." She said, "Parson, all my heart, if I can just hear him say he's saved, he can go on then."
And I said, "Auntie," I said, "my name is Branham. I pray for the sick. Did you ever hear of my ministry?"
She said, "No, sir, Parson Branham, I never heard of you." She said, "I'm sorry."
And I said, "Do you believe God can heal the boy?"
She wasn't even interested in it. She wanted him saved. She wanted him so she could meet him over there.

L-27 And I said, "All right, let us pray." And we got down to the side of the bed. I felt his feet. Now, they felt cold, sticky, I don't know. See? And I got down to the side of the bed to pray, and I said, "Auntie, what about you praying first?"
I've heard lots of prayers. I'm telling you when that old saint got to talking to God, you knowed she'd talked to Him before. The prayer that she said to that--to God that morning... She said, "Lord, You know I've always respected You. I've loved You. I've worked. I've done all this for You. Not as I deserve it, Lord, but if I can just hear my boy say He's saved..." She got up.
Never said nothing. I just looked at her. I never prayed; I just watched her. She got up, pulled the cover back over him again. He just had his little trunks-like on. And she kissed him on the forehead and said, "God bless mama's baby."

L-28 I just stood there... Knelt on my knees, rather, at the foot of the bed, looking, holding his feet. And I thought, "That's right. No matter how much disgrace he's brought, how big he is, or what about it, how much social disease, and what he's done to the family, a mother can't forget her baby."
And I thought, "If a mother can't forget her suckling babe... Jesus said, 'I can't forget you, because your name's engraved upon the palms of My hands.' How the love of God... No matter what we've done there..." I looked at that; my heart would break.
There then I said, "Now, we'll pray, Auntie. I'll pray too."
She said, "Thank you, parson," and she got down again, folded her hands, and laid her head down across the boy; I held his feet. He kept going "Ugh, it's dark; it's dark in here."
And I said, "Heavenly Father, I'm now two hours late from my plane flight, but I only obeyed Your Word. This surely is the place. I don't know where else. It's the only place I've found. And I don't know nothing about this boy and about the woman, but You led me over here some mysterious way. And she said she'd been praying, and she saw in a dream this morning. me coming to her. So the only thing I know to do is stand and offer prayer for this poor boy. She's not interested in his healing, but she wants him to be saved. I pray, God..."
And about that time, he said, "Ah, Mama. It's getting light in the room." In a few minutes he was setting up on the side of the bed, talking to us.

L-29 I took off, flagged a cab, and I was about three hours late for my plane then, oh, maybe more than that. It was about half-past nine. I told the driver, I said, "You take me on over to the airport." I'd missed everything. Went by there and picked up my briefcase and things, went on over. And just as I was going in the gate, said, "Last call for flight 23 for Louisville, Kentucky."
The thing of it is, think... The simple faith of that (excuse me, my colored friend), the simple faith of that ignorant colored woman grounded that plane, and held it there.


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