<TITLE>18. Par 129-133</TITLE>L-129 She wrote back, had the nurse to write and said, "I can't be moved. I can't do it."
Showed the picture. You seen the picture. Only we had to put a little piece over it. It just had a small cord around. I thought maybe somebody, put it in the book, might criticize because she was... her body was so exposed there, that... and we put a little thing across her here. She just had a--a little rag, towel laying across, across her hips. But up above, there was nothing. And even... But we thought we'd put a little piece of paper on it and photograph the... photograph that. Keeps the people who has not got the right kind of a position in their mind of thinking, that they wouldn't criticize me putting that picture in the paper.

L-130   And then when the doctor said that she can't be moved, and she knowed I was going to visit England, she had them to put her on a stretcher, and pack her to a plane, and bring her to London, England, and send a guard out to the plane before going down to Buckingham Palace, sent a guard out there to come pray for her. And she was so far gone until she couldn't even speak to me. They had to raise her hands to put it in mine.

L-131   You know how London is, some of you soldiers been there. It's always so foggy. And I knelt down there by the side of a window, and she...
The tears was running off. She wanted to... I don't know how she even got enough moisture to let tears come. It just only bones, skin over them; and her--her legs up here at the hips wasn't over about, looked to me, like about two inches across, or three inches. Her veins was collapsed. How she was living, I don't know. You seen her picture later.

L-132   I knelt down by the side of the bed. Now, she was desperate; whether I could come or not, they're going to bring her, anyhow. And I got down there, my heart was a-bleeding within me, of the faith of that poor, little, dying creature, and I prayed with all the heart that I had. And while I started to pray, a little turtledove come, flew on the window, begin to walk up and down, cooing. I thought it was a pet. I hadn't been in England but about an hour, just coming from the airport down there. And I thought it was a pet. And when I raised up, and said, "Amen," it flew away.
And I started to ask the brethren, did they hear that dove. And they were talking about it, and when I started to say, "Did you see, what that dove mean..." It come out, "THUS SAITH THE LORD, you will live and not die."
And she is living today. Why? Desperation. Desperation drove the woman to take a stand, live or die. Desperation arranged it that she got there at the same time I did. And a token from God, He sent a dove, to give THUS SAITH THE LORD. Desperate!

L-133   When sister, old Hattie Waldorop of Phoenix, Arizona, she was coming up the sidewalk, in my first meeting. The intern and her husband was bringing her; cancer of the heart. She had made her stand, in trying to get there to the meeting, but she was so bad she was... couldn't breathe no more, the blood was dropping back through her heart where the cancer had eat into her heart. Now, cancer of the heart! That's about eighteen, nineteen years ago, maybe twenty, 1947 is when it was.


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