<TITLE>18. Par 57-59</TITLE>L-57 All right. Let's say it's a Monday morning, the big temple... There's thousands of people there. And along this side stands a big long line of women, standing along there with their little babies in their arms, and some of them in nice needlework. You know? And the mother's cooing to their little darlings. You know? And the little Jews a laughing. And first thing you know, on down along the line...
Let's look on down as we come. Here was a poor woman. She's standing there. On down there I see a young woman. She's very young; she don't look to be over about eighteen, and she's very poorly dressed. And she's got a baby. And look what's it got on it; it's got swaddling's cloth wrapped on it. And swaddling's cloth's what they take off the back of a yoke of an ox, they tell me, when they're plowing. You know? And they put that cloth on; they didn't have no clothes to put on Him, so they just wrapped Him in swaddling's cloth: yet the King of Glory, the Prince of Peace. The Mightiest that ever was or ever will be, stood there wrapped in swaddling's cloth. Come through a stable door and went out through capital punishment with gobs of mocking spit hanging on Him from the religious people of that world--of this world, rather. Yes.
Because He wasn't of the world. His kingdom was not of this world and that's the reason He went out that way. He went out that way so that we guilty people could follow Him to glory someday. He was wounded for our transgressions; with His stripes we're healed.

L-58 The Blood... The most bloody sight I ever seen, is to see Him going up Golgotha; little red spots all over the back of His clothes here. We wonder what that is. We keep looking at it as it goes up. Them spots get bigger and bigger, until finally it's all one big blood, and there's something patting against his leg. [Brother Branham pats his hand--Ed.] What was it? It was the Lamb of God that takes away the sin of the world. That blood that was dripping off of His body there was for my healing and for your healing, for every individual's healing.
There he was, the blood running over His face, through mocking spit of the soldiers and things; a cruel crown of thorns around His head; and the nails was drove through His hands, through His feet; spear run through His side. He was wounded for your transgressions, bruised for your iniquity; the chastisement of His--of our peace was upon Him, and with His stripes we were healed.

L-59 And here He is now, as we see Him coming into the world through the stable door. There stands His little mammy, standing there with a baby in her arms, wrapped in swaddling's cloth, two little turtledoves, the peasant's offering. A rich baby could offer a little lamb, which was a rich baby's offering. But he had, perhaps, two little turtledoves standing in the mother's hand.
Well, I can hear some of them say, "Looky there. There's that woman that goes around here giving that word here, not long ago, that she was going to... Why, I know she's going with that man and that's what it is. She got that baby out of holy wedlock. Don't stand near her. I won't have nothing to do with her."
That just puts me a real mind of the people today in the church who tries to spurn the borned again man and woman that knows what they're talking about, 'cause they've received something from God. No matter what the world calls it, you know what you are.


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