<TITLE>02. Par 14-21</TITLE>L-14 And if they're here tonight, I hope I don't embarrass them by saying this, but I--I--I'm trusting that God will make Christians out of both of those man. We want to meet again in a better land, where the Tree of Life is blooming on the other side of the river. We all know we're coming that way.

L-15   And now just going through the markets and places, and brings back old memories. And last evening when I was going out, Brother Johnson was sitting out there, a brother, he and Sister Johnson. I haven't seen them for a number of years. Last time I seen him, he was stroked, was paralyzed. It was over in California, Brother Noel. It brings back the memories of the old days, the first coming to Arkansas, little city called Moark, a little Pentecostal church sitting back to one side. On down to Brother... to Corning, Arkansas, Brother Johnson and his wife. And how I remember those great days!

L-16   Then on down to Brother T. Richard Reed. I remember the morning, down at Jonesboro, his wife, she was barren. He wanted children.

L-17 I was back there in the room, and the people had tore the screen off the window, getting in, praying for the sick. He put me back in a room. I'd have a prayer line. He thought I went in and go to bed, and there would be people standing all up-and-down the back yard, have a prayer line. And him out there sleeping; I was back there praying for the sick, through the window.

L-18 And I remember, next morning, going out. And Sister Reed had doctored and everything, to try to have a little one. And I started walking through the doors, one of the first visions in the meeting, I saw her holding a little blond-headed baby boy. I spoke in the Name of the Lord that she would have it. She did, and how God blessed their home.

L-19   And, oh, so many things! And Brother G. H. Brown; Little Rock down here. I remember there, 505 Victor Street.

L-20 You know, I--I'd like to just take a series of meetings and trail myself back around through, in Arkansas and them churches and things, and see the people, and shake their hands. That's wonderful, the people of God! Everywhere I've went, I've been way down in the jungles of Africa, and over among the Indians, the fire-eaters, and witch doctors, and all through the nations, and around the world, but I've never forgotten my friends in Arkansas, of how they'd hold them hands, and lay their kids under the truck while it was play... raining. See young girls walk down the street, barefooted, or down the road, and then dust off their feet and put on their shoes and stockings, come in. Me back in the bushes, praying for the meeting. I'll never forget that, what real genuine people are. I am so thankful that there is still people like that in the world.

L-21   Tonight, I had forgotten about having to come to this meeting the other day, and it's just pulled, tugged. The other day the... one of the managers of the meeting takes care of the foreign mail, come in with--with six hundred foreign invitations, and many of them petitions; besides, a book that thick, in the last six months, has come in for places. I wish I could go to every one of them. But I usually just try to go the way the Lord leads me. I've never let my meetings get big. I'm still the same little old guy that did come at one time. Don't have to have any money. I haven't any great big programs to sponsor. I don't need any money at all. The Lord takes care of that, like He did in the first place.


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