<TITLE>16. Par 172-183</TITLE>L-172 Are we ready to take the crumbs? Are we ready to humble ourselves? She was. She was ready to humble herself. Faith always admits the Word right. Faith is always humble. Faith humbles itself. Now, she was just looking for the crumbs.

L-173 Watch what Jesus said. "For this saying, for this saying, 'I'm willing to take the crumbs, Lord.' For this saying, thy child is whole. You have your request because you believe it."

L-174 Faith admits that the Word of God is right. Faith admits all these things.

L-175 Martha, Mary; down through the Bible we could call many; the Shunammite woman. Many things and cases that we could call. We haven't got time to. Of this, I got about five pages here, written of people, now, who approached for crumbs. But let's bypass that just a minute. I feel the Holy Spirit close. I don't think it's necessary.

L-176   Let me just give you one little experience. The Business Men wrote the little thing up in there, the little article not long ago, in their magazine. And remember, when you make a printed matter, you better be able to back it up. We have it, documented statement from the doctor. I notice, in the church tonight, quite a few Spanish people.

L-177 I was in Mexico City, and we were having a glorious meeting. I had been there about three nights. And there was a man that I call Maana. He was supposed to get me at six o'clock, and would get me about nine. And I always, 'cause he was so slow, I said he was "tomorrow." See? And when we got out to this big ring where I was preaching, they had to take me up on a ladder up here, then let me down on ropes, down on the platform.

L-178   The night before, there had been a Mexican man that had come to the meeting. And the old fellow, raining, as it was, and he come to the platform, blind. And he came down. I looked. I had good shoes on, and a good suit. And the poor old man, he was barefooted, his trousers all ragged. And I tell you who my interpreter was, you people know him; Brother Espinosa, up here in Sacramento, California, Pentecostal brother. He was interpreting. We had had about, in the two nights, I think around about thirty or forty thousand converts from Catholicism, to Christianity and the Holy Spirit.

L-179   And this old blind man come across the platform. And if you don't feel for the people you're praying for, there's no need of praying for them. You got to feel yourself in their place. And I thought, "If my old daddy would have lived, he'd have been about the age of that old man. Here he is. He's got no shoes." And he had no shirt on. An old coat, ragged, dusty; an old hat in his hand, sewed up with cords. Probably the old fellow never had a decent meal in his life. And then how cruel fate had been to him, here he is staggering in blindness. His eyes was white.

L-180 I looked at the old fellow, and I--I just put my arms around him. And Brother Espinosa wouldn't interpret the prayer. I--I said, "Heavenly Father, if I could give him my shoes, I'd slip out of them so nobody would see them, give him my coat, send him on the road. But he's much larger than I. But, God, have mercy on him. Give him back his sight."

L-181 He hollered, "Gloria a Dios." I looked around. He could see as good as I could.

L-182 The next night there was a rack, or a rick, as far as this building is long, about this high, with nothing but just old shawls and old ragged clothes.

L-183 The economics of Mexico is poorly balanced. Maybe Pedro gets... he's a brick mason, he might get sixteen pesos a day. But it'll take four days' work to buy him a pair of shoes. But he'll have to save enough out of that to pay, several pesos, for a grease candle to burn on a million dollar gold altar for his sins. That's what boils me.


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