"Don't worry about it, Brother Roberson. I'll meet you at Mount Zion."

Brother Billy Paul and he told me that there had been an accident, a bad accident. He asked me to call all the brothers and have them pray, and that he would call me back as soon as he knew more.
I called as many of the brothers as I could and we all began praying.

 About forty-five minutes later, Brother Billy Paul called me back and told me just how seriously injured everyone was, and that they had just taken Sister Branham and Sarah to the hospital in Amarillo and as soon as they could they would take Brother Branham also.
Several of the brothers left right away for Amarillo, but I stayed in Tucson in case there was something that needed to be done from there. I was just in a bad state. I felt that I couldn't pray, and I sat in our trailer alone most of the time. I couldn't understand anything that was happening.

One night, I was lying on my bed and all at once the room lit up and I saw Brother Branham walk up beside my bed. He had on his hat and his Bible was under his arm. He reached down and got hold of my hand, and he said, "Don't worry about it, Brother Roberson. I'll meet you at Mount Zion."

When I came to myself, somehow in my heart I could understand that it was all the Lord's purpose, and not something for me to reason about.

Words of brother Roy Roberson from the Only Believe Magazine