<TITLE>06. Par 20-22</TITLE>L-20 And brother Jack Moore (Many of you all may know him, from Shreveport, Louisiana, some of you might've heard him. He's a very fine man.), he was on the platform. And I said, "Brother Moore, that woman wouldn't know me. Go over and pray for the baby, wherever it is over there, and she'll never know the difference."
He said, "Okay, Brother Branham."
He started off, and I said, "Now, Brother Espinosa, interpret." And I said, "As I was saying, Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the..." And I looked, and right here in front of me was a little Mexican baby setting there. It was a little dark brown face, and it was laughing at me. It didn't have any teeth, just its little gums showing, right here in front of me.
I thought, "Wonder if that's that baby." And I stopped. I said, "Don't interpret." I said, "Brother Moore, wait a minute." I said, "Billy, make a way and bring that woman up here to the platform."
And so they brought the little woman up, and she come up. She fell down on her knees, begin to holler, "Padre, Padre." That means "Father." She was Catholic. See? "Padre, Padre."
And I took her by the hand. And I said, "Stand up. Stand up." And she held her little--little stiff baby out, about this long, under a blanket, just soaking wet. Oh, it was just pouring rain all day, and it was real wet. And I said, "Know English?"
And she just kept saying, "Padre, Padre." And Brother Espinosa told her to keep quiet.
And so I held--put my hand on the little blanket like that, and the little stiff, cold, form. I said, "Heavenly Father, I don't want... I know You don't have to heal to prove Yourself. You heal to fulfill Your Word." I said, "We all know that You're God, but just a moment ago a vision came before me, as You know--a little baby. Was it this baby, Father? If it wasn't..."
About that time it went "Waa. Waa," and begin to kick its little feet like that, and there it was alive. And then...

L-21 So I said to Brother Espinosa, I said... And she just started screaming and fell backwards like that. And--and so I said... Beautiful little lady, just a little thing, about maybe in her twenties, probably her first baby.
And so I said to Brother Espinosa, "Now, don't you say nothing about that now. See? Because, first thing, put a runner with the baby, and find out from... Let her doctor sign the statement (See?), 'cause we don't want nothing..." It--it must be true. See? You don't want nothing... Someone reads anything, you want it to be the truth. It mustn't be something wrong, because that wouldn't be right before God.
And so... Went, and the doctor signed the statement that the baby died with pneumonia that morning at nine o'clock in his office. And that was at ten, about ten o'clock that night. Been dead all that time, and lives in Mexico today, healthy and happy (See?), because Christ lives, Christ lives. And what does it take? Simple faith.

L-22 I said to your pastor, Brother Eddie Byskal; I said to him tonight, or this afternoon when I was speaking with him; I said, "It's just too bad that we didn't have the full six weeks we've been coming up the coast to be right in here amongst the people."
He said, "Brother Branham," said, "that's not one third of the Indians." He said, "They're commercial fishermen, and they're all out in these islands and out through here."
I said, "Oh, my. How I would like to get in a little boat and go from island to island among them." Not only that, but I noticed last night in the meeting, some of you Swedes, and Norwegians, and Germans setting back there, Canadians: wonderful faith. God bless you. You're wonderful people. We have a great Saviour that loves us all. And I--I am here...


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