<TITLE>21. Par 146-150</TITLE>L-146   Then, in that desperation, she kept rushing. I said to Brother Jack Moore, I said, "She don't know me. She's never seen me. She don't know who it is up here on the platform. That little Catholic woman, now, couldn't speak a word of English, so then how does she know who it is?" I said, "Go on down, and pray for the baby, and that'll satisfy her, and she'll go on." Said, "And it won't cause..." It was just constant roar down there. She would jump up, and everybody would be screaming. She'd run right over the top of their shoulders, and fall right down among them. She would gain a few feet, and then they'd try to put her back out; and here she'd come right between their legs, holding this baby, upsetting ushers and everything else. Didn't make any difference, she was getting up there. She had to get there! It don't make any difference what it was, she was going to get there. Had the minister...

L-147   Now isn't that just a story like the Shunammite woman? Only, that wasn't thirty-five hundred years ago. That was about three years ago, or four. See?
They can be the same thing tonight. When the same desperation rises, will throw love and faith up there to the battlefront, to claim what you want, because it's a promise of God that you can have it. That's exactly right.

L-148   I turned; me, the minister, or the evangelist at the place. I turned. I felt sorry for the woman, but there's no desperation. See? I turned and thought, "Well, Brother Jack will pray for her, and that--that settles it." I turned around. I said, "As I was speaking now, faith..."
And I looked out there, and there was a vision. I seen a little baby setting there, a little black-faced, Mexican baby with no teeth. It was laughing at me, setting out there. I said, "Wait a minute. Wait a minute." Her desperation drove the Holy Spirit to change my subject, change my eyes and show me her baby setting there. That sent the Spirit back. I said, "Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Bring me the baby."
Here she come with a little, wet, soaking, blue and white blanket, a little, dead form about that long. She fell, with a crucifix in her hand, or a rosary, to say these "hail Mary's." I told her, "Put it up, that's not necessary."
And she come up close to where I was, and she scream and holler, "Padre," which means, "Father."
I said, "Don't say that. Don't say that. Do you believe?" And he said it in Spanish to her, did she believe.
"Yes," she believed. He asked her how would she believe. She said, "If God can give that old man his sight, he can give my baby the life." Amen. Desperation drove her to it. Not a thing on my part; I just saw the vision.
I said, "Lord Jesus, I saw a vision of a little baby, it might be this one."
About that time he kicked its feet, went, "Wha! Wha! Wha!"
I said, "Follow her to the doctor. Get a writ-... written statement from the doctor, 'That baby died.'" And the doctor wrote the statement, "That baby's respiration, heart stopped this morning, in my office at nine o'clock, died with double pneumonia." Oh, the baby is a living in Mexico tonight, as far as I know. Why? The desperation set in on a little mother's heart, crying for her child, that had seen God do... heal a man's blind eyes, and knowed He could raise the dead baby.

L-149   Desperation! "When thou seekest Me with all thine heart, then I'll hear you." See?

L-150 The Kingdom! "The law and the prophets were until John. Since then, the Kingdom of Heaven has been preached, and man press into It." You don't just stand around and say, "Pick me up by the collar, Lord, push me in." You press into It. You get desperate, between Life and death.


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