<TITLE>12. Par -</TITLE>L-16-6 I said, "That's not the question. But he isn't over about fifty-five years old. So he's still got plenty of life in him yet to preach." And I said, "Well, if he's going to die, that settles it then. Thank you, Doctor Sam."
And I went out and called Mrs. Hall out and I told her. I said, "Mrs. Hall, I--Sam said that the diagnosis of Louisville there was the same as it was in New Albany and Milltown; the man's dying. Brother Hall's going to die. And he's got cancer in the liver and it's advanced."
And so, she started crying. I turned around, prayed with him, and he was so beyond himself then till he didn't know that I was in the room. So I come back. And a lot of people was come at the house in those days. There was nobody else on the field, and it hadn't been contaminated with so much. And the people was coming from everywhere.

L-17-1 I wanted to rest a little, so I slipped in, got up early, about two-thirty or three o'clock. And Brother Wood hadn't moved up in the lane yet. And I looked out on the runway, and there was no--nobody out there. So I got my old hat, and slipped into the den room, and got my .22 rifle. And I was going to go out and squirrel hunt till it got up to about eight o'clock, and then lay down by a tree somewhere and get me a little sleep. You couldn't get it around home.
I got my hat and started through the room. Hanging on the wall was an apple. And it was the--the most contaminated apple. It was worm-eaten, and it was knotty; it was scabby all over. And I thought, "What did Meda hang that on the wall for?" And I noticed again, and it wasn't on the wall; it was hanging out in the air. I jerked off my old hat, set the rifle in the corner, fell on my knees; I said, "Lord, what would You have Your servant know?"

L-17-3 Down come another one; down come another one, till about four or five apples (I forget now just which it was.) hung there. Then a great big pretty apple, stripes in it, just a very big healthy looking apple come down and chomped up those other scavenger-looking apples. And He said, "Rise. Stand on your feet." Said, "Go, tell Bill Hall he's not going to die; he's going to live."
Oh, I run just as quick as I could and I said, "Mrs. Hall, I got THUS SAITH THE LORD. He's going to live." And he heard me, and he was trying to cry, and he couldn't speak no more.
I come back and called Sam. And I said, "Sam, our--our brother is going to live."
He said, "How can he live like that?"
I said, "That's not for me to figure out. God said so; that settles it."
He's living today. That's been about ten years ago: just strong and healthy. His wife's died since then; he's remarried again. How's it going to happen to George Wright and many more might we say that we could call. What is it? It's to stand the reproach. They laugh and make fun.

L-17-7 I remember when 'fore the '37 flood. I stood there with the Fall City Transfer Company, and was telling them about the--there was going to be thirty-two feet of water (I believe it was) on Spring Street. They laughed at me. They said, "Poor Billy, I guess he--that kid..." I was just a boy then. He said, "Billy's a good kid. It's a shame he got all mixed up." I wasn't mixed up. I'd been baptized in, not mixed up. I was just in. And it happened just that way.
Since I've been speaking, I've noticed Sister Hattie Wright, I believe, setting back there. She remembers that case of--of about Bill Hall. How many's here present this morning remembers the case? Oh, my. Sure, there's many of you.


<A HREF="P13">Next Page</A>