<TITLE>16. Par 176-182</TITLE>L-176 I stood there. I thought, "O God, how can You stand it? How can You look at such as that? When even in my heart, and I'm as bad as I am, yet, still I wonder if my little Sarah and Rebekah will have to raise up in such a generation to see that coming on. Lord, why don't You just wipe it off of the face of the earth?" I thought, "Why don't You just do it, Lord?"
I set down there and just started to weeping. I saw a vision. I saw as it was, the world whirling around in the air, and there stood a rainbow around that world. And someone that was speaking to me, said, "That's the Blood of Jesus Christ around this world, that keeps Him from destroying it. If God can see sin, 'The day you eat thereof, that day you die.' Every man under that Blood there has a--is a free moral agent to take your choice. But if you ever die, and your soul soars beyond the mercy of that Blood, you're already judged before you get there. There's nothing left for you."

L-178 Then I seen myself. I seen my Lord Jesus standing there with a crown of thorns on His head, and the tears running down, mixed up with Blood, as it washed off of His beard. And I seen my sins coming before Him. And every time they would come before Him like that... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]... till He was shaking. The thorns would stick in His brow more. He'd stagger back. He'd say, "Father, forgive him; he don't know what he's doing." And again I would do something, and then His Blood was like the bumper on the car, protecting the car, a shielding me from the wrath of God, undeserving.
And I come to Him slowly, knelt down to Him. I said... Looked down there, laying in front of me, and there was an old book of sin, and my name wrote across the top. I said, "Lord, will You forgive me?"
"Certainly," He said with loving eyes; reached to His side, got some Blood out, and wrote on it, "Pardoned," and throwed it back in the Sea of Forgetfulness. He said, "Now..."
I said, "Thank You, Lord."
He said, "Now, I forgive you; and you're condemning her." Oh, that changed the picture for me.

L-182 I--I come out of it. I walked over there and set down to her and begin to talk. And she had some rough life back before her. I said, "Was you never a Christian?"
She said, "I was raised in a Christian home."
And I said, "What happened?"
She told me about a miscue with her husband, and how the children, and so forth. I said, "All, for all these years, you've never lived peaceful since you met God?"
She said, "Sir, that is the truth."
I said, "Won't you receive Him right now."
She said, "Will He take me?"
I said, "He's knocking at your heart now."
And out of that booth there, on the floor, and knelt down before that audience of people; slot machines stopped, vulgar cursing stopped, and everything else. And I lifted up my hands, and my hands... and them poor wrinkled hands, and led her to Jesus Christ. Then she went... That's it, friends. Don't... Look... Jesus...
I don't care what you've done, how black your sins are, how smutty your life is; God's standing tonight, knocking at your heart's door, to forgive you, no matter who you are.


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