<TITLE>12. Par 116-126</TITLE>L-116 Congressman Upshaw, a great man. I think he was the president, or something, of the--of the Baptist, Southern Baptist Convention, at one time, or vice-president or something. He had done all. He was a good man. He did all that he knowed how to do. He had went to every doctor. Nobody could do nothing for him. He was bound down. Ministers had prayed for him. He had had a gallon of oil poured on his head, anointing, of different ministers everywhere.

L-117   And one night, Los Angeles, California, walking up to the pulpit, look at a bunch of wheel chairs about twice, three times, to what's sitting there, all up-and-down the aisles, back and forth. And then there laid over there a cot with a little colored girl in it, little Negro girl, and her--her mother was sitting by her. And my brother had bringing the prayer line up.

L-118 And I was looking, knowing not what was going on. And I seen a doctor, with tortoise-shell glasses, operating on a little negro girl, for a throat condition, and she had paralyzed. And I looked around, I thought, "Where is the child at?" I couldn't see her.

L-119 After a while, way down there, no hope, lovely little girl about seven or eight years old, to be paralyzed the rest of her life. And there was her mother down there on her knees, praying. Then I said, "This doctor operated on your little girl," and described it.
She said, "That's right, sir."

L-120 Then she tried to get the baby to the platform. They told her not to do it. They tried to quieten her down. About time they got her quiet, I thought, "Well, we'll get a chance to pray for her." In a few minutes... Maybe people right here was there that night.

L-121 And I was looking out over the audience, I seen that little girl going down, looked like through a--a little narrow road, with a doll in her arms, rocking that doll. No matter how much the doctor said that she was going to be paralyzed the rest of her life; God, rich in mercy, sent down the Holy Spirit, by a vision, and that little girl got up out of there, and she and her mother took hold of hands and walked down through that aisle, praising God.

L-122   Way back there sat an old man, Congressman Upshaw, many of you knows his testimony. He had been a good man, tried all of his life, sixty-six years an invalid in a wheel chair, pushed in bed; crutches under his arms, that he walked with, never no more to walk normal. And there he sat there, looking on that. And all of a sudden, I looked out and saw a vision. Here he come, walking down across the top of that audience, bowing his head, could walk as good as anybody. I didn't know who the man was.

L-123 I said, "There is a great man sitting back there. He fell off of a wagon when he was a little boy, onto a hay frame, and hurt his back. They bored holes in the floor, to keep the vibration, when the people walked, from striking on his back." I said, "He becomes a great man, and he keeps growing greater. He is sitting in a great circle at the White House."

L-124 And then this man come and told me, said, "That's Congressman Upshaw. Did you ever hear him?"
I said, "Never heard of him."

L-125 And so he run a little extension mike back there and they was talking, back and forth.

L-126   Then I started to look around, and I seen the old Congressman coming, walking towards me, in a vision, just as perfect and normal as he could be. God, rich in mercy, pulled him from that wheel chair, and he walked without crutches till the day he died. God rich in mercy! When doctors had failed, when science had failed, when everything else had failed, God was rich in mercy to Congressman Upshaw.


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