<TITLE>20. Par 140-145</TITLE>L-140 It drove her into such desperation till she took part of her kingdom. It drove her to a place till she didn't think about the Ishmaelites who would rob her on the desert, her ninety days on the back of a camel across the Sahara Desert. Desperation! She is going, anyhow. And when she got there, there was nothing held from Solomon but what he told her the things that she wanted to know. Desperation! Jesus said, "She'll rise in the Day of the Judgment, with this generation, and condemn it, 'cause a greater than Solomon was here." Desperation!

L-141   In closing I might say this. Not long ago, down in Mexico, I seen something desperate. I just got to the platform, there in a big arena, and the people had been in there since nine o'clock that morning, and it was nearly ten o'clock that night. An old blind man, the night before, totally blind for about thirty years, received his sight, and was going around the city that day, testifying. An old rick of clothes, laying for maybe thirty, forty yards, that high, just old shawls. There was maybe forty, fifty thousand people there. And old hats and shawls, who they belonged to, I guess they would have to decide that among them. And it pouring down rain.

L-142   And they let me down a rope, over a wall, and I got on the platform. The minister... The man that's setting here, they brought him... Him and his daughter come down from Michigan a few minutes ago, talked about Brother Arment. We remember him here. He's on the streets of Glory tonight. Brother Arment was there, and took his overcoat off, and stood in the rain, and give it to Brother Jack Moore to put on, 'cause Jack was shivering. The Southerner was about to freeze in that cold rain there in Mexico. And there he was standing there.

L-143 And Billy Paul come to me, my son, and said, "Daddy, you'll have to do something. There is a little Mexican woman down there with a dead baby that died this morning. I ain't got enough ushers to hold her out of the line." If laying hands on that blind man give him his sight, laying hands on her dead baby would give it its life. She was a Catholic. And, she, they couldn't hold her back.
And Brother Espinoza and them had told her that, "We have no more prayer cards. You'll have to wait till another night."

L-144   She said, "My baby is dead. It's been dead since this morning. I must get in there." And she was coming, prayer card or not. And they lined up about three hundred ushers there. And she'd go right under their legs, and jump right up on top of their backs, and run with this dead baby, and fall down among them. Didn't make any difference to her; she was trying to get there. She was desperate. God had spoke to her heart, that, "The God could give sight, could give life." Oh, my! She was desperate. Something was burning in her.

L-145   Oh, sick people, if you'd let that burn in you for a few minutes, and watch what happens, that kind of a desperation. The God that could heal this little boy the other night, could heal that lady with cancer, heal this man, and do this, Miss Florence Nightingale, oh, the tens of thousands! He, that, undisputable evidence; raising the dead, and healing the sick, and everything else. If He is God, can do that; He is God yesterday, He is God today. Get desperate, then you'll get something done.


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