<TITLE>17. Par 184-193</TITLE>L-184   Seeing those precious people, they come there at nine o'clock at morning. No seats, to sit down. They leaned against one another, like sheep in a pasture. Raining! Them women, standing, their hair streaking down, soaking wet, wait all day in the hot sun or rain, just to hear the Word of God. Oh, what will they do when Phoenix rises in the Day of the Judgment with them, when, fine churches everywhere, and you can't even herd them in?
There she stood, or he stood, rather, with his sight.

L-185 That night when I got in, it was raining hard. Brother Jack Moore, many of you know him, Brother Espinosa, several of the brethren, was on the platform. And Billy, my son, he usually gives out prayer cards. And he couldn't speak Spanish to those people, so he had to let Maana do it. But he just went around to see that Maana didn't sell a prayer card. So that's where we have to watch, you know, on selling a prayer card. So he just watched him. And they'd walk up and watch and see that he just hand the prayer card to So-and-so, and like that. So he said...

L-186   Come to me, I got to preaching. Great big pile of--of them clothes laying up there. How they ever knowed which belonged to who, I don't know. So they were... I was just got to speaking, and Billy tapped me on the shoulder. He said, "Daddy, you're going to have to do something, that little woman out there." Said, "I've got almost three hundred ushers, and they can't even hold her." A little bitty Spanish girl, about so high, beautiful little thing, she had a dead baby in her hands, under a blanket. And he said, "Maana give out every prayer card." And said, "She has no prayer card. And there is the line, has been standing, for them there, for the last two hours, waiting for you, come." And said, "She wants to bring that dead baby up here, and we can't hold her."

L-187   Oh, well, she'd come right over top of them ushers, run right under their feet, or anything. She was persistent. She wanted to get there. She had seen that blind man healed, the night before. She was persistent.

L-188 I said, "Brother Moore, she don't know who I am. She don't know which is which. You just go down there and pray for the baby. That'll settle it. She..."
He said, "All right, Brother Branham."

L-189   So Billy got him by the arm, like it'd be me, so went on down across the platform. I turned around. I said, "I am very happy to be here tonight." And the meetings are not strange to you people here in Phoenix. Right before me I seen a little Mexican baby, no teeth, laughing, in a vision setting out here. I said, "Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Brother Espinosa. Get to the..."
"What's--what's the matter?"

L-190 I said, "Get to the microphone." I said, "Tell her to come here."

L-191 He said, "Daddy," Billy said, "you can't bring her over all them prayer cards."
I said, "Get her here. I just saw a vision."

L-192   So, he called her. And they get back. Here she come, with a quilt in her hand, like this. And a little baby laying in there, been dead since early that morning, died with pneumonia, little bitty fellow about that long. And here she come, the tears running down her cheeks, her little black eyes, her hair hanging down, very charming little lady. She run to the platform and fell on her knees, and begin to cry, "Padre!"
I said, "Stand up, just a minute."

L-193 I thought, "Lord, what if it ain't that? What if that wasn't that? I don't know. I just seen a little Mexican baby, little, no teeth, his little gums. It was laughing at me, setting right out there."


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