And as they come up to the platform, there was an old Mexican man. He was blind. And when he got up there, he took out a little beads, and begin to saying, "Hail Mary, mother of God."
I took his hand. I said, "That's not necessary, dad." The interpreter, Espinoza, interpreted. And he was blind. I said, "I'll pray for you."
And just as I started to pray for him, I looked down, and he was bare-footed. His clothes were dirty and dusty; his face was wrinkled and his cheeks need shaving. The tears was rolling down his old wrinkled cheeks. He had his hands out like this, hollering, "Padre, padre." I looked at his hands. I took his hands and laid them over my shoulder, I looked at his face. And somehow, you have to enter in to his feeling.
32 I thought, "How cruel life has been to the old fellow. Maybe he never had a pair of shoes in his life." And I set my foot up the side of his to see if my shoe would fit him. It wouldn't. I put my shoulders up the side of his to see if my coat would fit him. And it wouldn't. And I thought, "There he is, maybe never set down to a good full meal in his life. And he never had a good, decent suit of clothes on in his life. Maybe raised a bunch of little children. And besides all that, now, here he is in gross darkness, blind, staggering around."
I thought if my own daddy would've lived, he'd have been about that age. Something happened; My heart went out for him. There you are. You've got to get into the fellowship of these people.
And I took him up, my arms around him, and I said, "Heavenly Father, please be merciful to this poor, blind man."
He begin to holler, "Gloria a Dios. Gloria a Dios." (Means "glory to God.") I turned him loose, and he run down the platform, kissing everybody. Could see as good as I can, or you can. What was it? It was entering into Divine fellowship of his suffering.
57-0519E - "Love"
I took his hand. I said, "That's not necessary, dad." The interpreter, Espinoza, interpreted. And he was blind. I said, "I'll pray for you."
And just as I started to pray for him, I looked down, and he was bare-footed. His clothes were dirty and dusty; his face was wrinkled and his cheeks need shaving. The tears was rolling down his old wrinkled cheeks. He had his hands out like this, hollering, "Padre, padre." I looked at his hands. I took his hands and laid them over my shoulder, I looked at his face. And somehow, you have to enter in to his feeling.
32 I thought, "How cruel life has been to the old fellow. Maybe he never had a pair of shoes in his life." And I set my foot up the side of his to see if my shoe would fit him. It wouldn't. I put my shoulders up the side of his to see if my coat would fit him. And it wouldn't. And I thought, "There he is, maybe never set down to a good full meal in his life. And he never had a good, decent suit of clothes on in his life. Maybe raised a bunch of little children. And besides all that, now, here he is in gross darkness, blind, staggering around."
I thought if my own daddy would've lived, he'd have been about that age. Something happened; My heart went out for him. There you are. You've got to get into the fellowship of these people.
And I took him up, my arms around him, and I said, "Heavenly Father, please be merciful to this poor, blind man."
He begin to holler, "Gloria a Dios. Gloria a Dios." (Means "glory to God.") I turned him loose, and he run down the platform, kissing everybody. Could see as good as I can, or you can. What was it? It was entering into Divine fellowship of his suffering.
57-0519E - "Love"
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