Now, the lady whose story I told first, Jen. Jen said that this present job of hers, this little boy came home from school, and the high winds we’ve been having took the aerial down and flattened it. It’s still on the ground, she said. And so, she tried the TV and there was no TV. She tried it and tried it and there was no TV. The little boy came home and she said, oh Lord, he’s going to be so disappointed because he’s back from school, and he wants to see the TV. So, he goes straight to the TV. He turns it on. He saw the aerial flattened. Then he put his two hands on the top of the machine and just put them there. And she said to him, you know, there’s going to be no picture; he said, oh yes, there will be. That does it. And she said, what does it? He said my imagination. I just imagined it, it’ll do it. He came back, got in front of the picture with Jen, and here comes this beautiful picture. Now, Jen couldn’t do it. And yet she knows this principle, but she’s an adult now. We become adulterated as we grow in this world. The little child could actually believe that that power in his hand was all his imagination. It’ll do it. And Jen told me over the telephone because she’s working, she can’t come here now, that the little boy only put his hands on it and swore that there would come a picture, and the picture came to Jen’s amazement, but not to the boy’s. He sat and looked at it and Jen sat there bewildered. The one who has the thing now to go to Egypt.671 ¶27