And now, Father, we pray that the Angels of God will take their place tonight by the side of each believer and all around through the building, and may something be said or done that would cause this meeting to be a spot in our memories and our hearts, that we would remember all the days of our life, for the outpouring of the glory of God tonight.
59-1123 Speak To This Mountain
He was a young man, from a Pentecostal home. He had been taught to believe the Bible and had given his heart to the Lord. When he heard there was going to be a special “Divine Healing meeting” in his area, he was anxious to attend.
The building in Jonesboro, Arkansas was packed with people. He took his place with the other members of the choir, many of which were his friends, boys he had known all his life. Sitting behind the speaker, while he couldn’t see his face as he spoke, he reasoned that he would have a “front row seat” as the people passed through the prayer line.
He watched with great interest as, one by one, those wanting healing walked across the platform to stand before this slight, gentle man with such a humble spirit.
Then, suddenly, his eyes riveted upon a young girl, obviously blind, being led by her mother to the evangelist. It appeared to him that, for some reason, the little girl’s eyes had apparently been surgically removed, and she had no eyeballs.
As she approached Brother Branham, it was with gentle compassion that he asked her, “What do you want me to pray to God for?”
The young man’s heart all but skipped a beat as he heard the little girl reply in the simple faith of a child, “I believe I will see when I leave here.” Brother Branham then asked everyone to bow their heads.
He did not mean to be disrespectful. It was just that he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He later said, “I tried to bow my head, but I couldn’t.” Perhaps it was for a reason, so that you might read this today.
Keeping very still and quiet, the young man watched as Brother Branham called to the girl, then pulled her to him and softly prayed. A holy hush had fallen over the audience, as with bowed heads, they likely also prayed quietly, believing a miracle was about to happen.
He had heard stories about miracles all his life. The Bible was full of them, and although he had never seen a miracle himself, various preachers had made claims of such in their services, but yet none of this could have prepared the young man for what he was about to see.
Suddenly, Brother Branham pushed the little blind girl from him. As he did, the young man watched intently as “big white marbles” formed in her eyes. He stifled a gasp at the sight, just as Brother Branham spoke to the little girl.
“Oh, Honey, I forgot to ask you. What color eyes did you want?”
The little girl quickly answered, “Blue!”
Once more, Brother Branham pulled her back to him. In a voice that conveyed both assurance and humility, he prayed, “Lord, I forgot to ask You if You would give her blue eyes.”
The young man’s gaze was fixed upon the child’s eyes, as he SAW the blue of the irises form in the child’s eyes! Even as she had asked the prophet of God, she left the building seeing, through new blue eyes.
Although almost a half century has passed, that young man, now a pastor in a southern state, has never forgotten the day he really witnessed the power of God to create.