31/07/2025
HEALING OF FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE - WILLIAM BRANHAM
62 I went over to London, England with Brother Jack and with Brother Gordon Lindsay, and there had been a woman by the name of Florence Nightingale (claims to be, I think, a great-granddaughter or something of the late Florence Nightingale) that wrote me many letters. She was down in South Africa, dying with a cancer. And she had a picture; you seen it in the book. I never seen a mortal like that in my life. Brother Jack, I believe, was with me that day. We went into a minister’s house, at the rectory, just behind the church where they had brought her.
63 While we were yet out on the…where the plane come down, they paged us, and she was in a ambulance there then; had been flown up from—from down in South Africa, knowing that I was coming to England at that time. The minister took her to the rectory, so we went back there to pray for her.
64 I’ve seen lots of sick people, but her little arms didn’t look over a inch across, her—her skull where it laces together, you could see it. And she…her limbs way up here around her hips wasn’t over that, about two inches across, just the bone. And she couldn’t raise her hands, she was too weak to raise her hands. And she was trying to say something, and I couldn’t understand her. And when I finally got to hear, I believe through a nurse, she said, “Brother Branham, pray that God will let me die.” She couldn’t…didn’t want to live. And I noticed, and tears was running off of the side of them bone on her face. Where she got enough moisture about her to cry, I don’t know; for her veins was collapsed, and she was in a terrible condition. Coming to pray for the sick, I couldn’t pray for her to die. But she just looked like couldn’t die, she just lingered on.
65 I knelt down with your pastor, in the room to pray. And when I knelt down to pray, a little dove flew up by the window; begin cooing. When I finished praying, I thought it was a pet dove there somewhere. Foggy outside, how England is, the British Isles there. And this little dove quit cooing, and flew away. I walked over and laid hands upon her and called the Name of the Lord. And the woman is a great big, strong healthy woman today, on the wings of a Dove.
65-1128E - On The Wings Of A Snow-White Dove
Rev. William Marrion Branham