<TITLE>09. Par 32-34</TITLE>L-32 A--a little... This is no place to joke, but I was... A little girl had got saved, and she was going up the street hollering, "Praise the Lord," and singing, her little old hair pulled back, and her face shining like a peeled onion. She was having a glorious time.
An infidel was standing on the corner said, "What's the matter?"
Said, "I got saved down there a while ago. Praise the Lord."
Said, "What you got over your heart?"
Said, "A Bible."
Said, "I guess you believe it."
Said, "Sure I believe it."
Said, "You believe that story in there about Jonah?"
Said, "Sure I believe that story about Jonah."
He said, "You believe that--that Jonah was swallowed by a whale?"
She said, "Oh, yes. If the Bible said..." Said, "If Jonah swallowed the whale, I'd believe it." And said...
"Oh," he said, "how you going to prove it any other way but by faith?"
"Why," she said, "when I get to heaven I'm just going to walk up and talk to Jonah about it."
Said, "Then what if Jonah isn't there?"
Said, "Then you'll have to ask him." Guess that was enough. Yes. So a little child... But yet God is able.

L-33 So Jonah was throwed out of the ship, and the whale, prowling through the waters to find his food, he swallowed Jonah. And anyone knows... Like feeding your goldfish, when the little fish feeds and gets his little belly full, he goes right down to the bottom of the pitcher, where you got him in, the little vase. And he rests his little swimmers on the bottom. He's eat; he's resting. And this fish, when he swallowed this preacher, he went down to the bottom of the sea to rest. I don't know how many fathoms deep it was, but he was laying down there.
And I'd like to speak about this now. You know you--you find so many people that rely upon symptoms. "Well, I was prayed for. I got a crippled hand. I was prayed for, but... I--I really believe God, but my hand's no better." It'll never be no better as long as you look at that hand. See, you're looking at the wrong thing. You must look at his promise.

L-34 Some time ago a aged, old couple come and wanted me to come pray for their boy, was dying with black diphtheria. I didn't--couldn't go. And kept waiting, and a couple days later the old fellow said, "My boy's dying now." And finally, after service I went.
Doctor wouldn't let me go in. And he said, "No, you have children, and I can't let you go in 'cause that diphtheria's contagious." And said, "You couldn't do him no good."
Now, talking to the man, found out that he was Catholic. And I said, "If the priest was here... If that boy was Catholic, and--and this father had come and got me, and I was a priest..."
He said, That's different." He said, "You see, a priest is not married."
I said, "You'd let him go and take--give him the last rites, wouldn't you?"
He said, "Yes, but the priest is not a married man. You've got children."
I said, "If I take the responsibility on myself? I'll sign a paper. I'll take the responsibility." Finally I talked him out of it, and he dressed me up like a Ku Klux Klan with all kind of stuff on me and sent me in there where this boy was.


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