In Mexico, not long ago, I remember standing down there preaching, when it been raining like this, out in that bull ring there, all day.
And them people was there at nine o'clock that morning, setting in the rain. And a woman with a dead baby in her arms.
The baby had died the night before, and that little baby laying stiff, in her arms.
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