<TITLE>07. Par 21-23</TITLE>L-21 But this poor old blind beggar, standing way back, people tried to stop him from crying: I believe good people with good intentions. But said, "Set down. Don't make so much noise. Why, the days of miracles is past. You know our priests tell us that. And do you want to be considered with a bunch of fanatics? Sit down."
He turned a deaf ear to them. He said, "Thou Son of David, have mercy on me. My only hope is leaving me. O God, be merciful to me, a blind man." And something touched the Master, and the faith of that blind, ragged beggar stopped Jesus Christ in His tracks. It'll do the same thing tonight.
He stopped, looked around, said, "Bring him here." Oh, now...
Some of them said, "Be of a good cheer; He calleth thee." Oh, look at faith go to work now. Faith leaps up. Grabs his ragged coat and throws it sideways, not laying--noticing where he lays it nice so he could pick it up or find it when he was feeling his way around the wall. He had a audience with Jesus. He knew he would get what he wanted as long as he could have an audience with Jesus.
And brother, sister, tonight, let's just have an audience with Jesus tonight. "Ask," He said, "and you shall receive. What you ask the Father in My Name, that I'll do." Let's ask an audience with Him tonight.

L-22 Now, watch. He wasn't distressed any more. His old thin poor arms... Probably eat a bowl of soup every three days, from his nickel or coin, as it dropped in. His ragged arms, poor arms, rather, goes through his ragged sleeves, and he throws his arms out like that. "What? I've stopped Him. I've got an audience with Him. I'll be able to speak to Him." How's he going to see Him? He's blind. Didn't make any difference. He attracted the attention of the Master. Down through his dark world he went plunging towards where the sound come from, not knowing how he was going to get back in that crowd, what was going to take care of it, how he was going to find his ragged coat; that didn't make any difference to him. The main thing was get to Jesus right now. His old bony hand, reaching out, moving towards where he heard the voice...

L-23 Jesus didn't say. He said, "What would you that I would do for you?" Never rebuked him. He didn't say, "Bartimaeus, are you a Pharisee, or a Sadducee, or a Publican, or what are you, Bartimaeus?" That didn't matter nothing to Jesus. A man in need had faith enough to stop Him. He didn't say, "Do you belong to the Sanhedrin council? Are you a good member of some church?" He said, "What would you then, that I would do for you? Now, you stopped Me; I don't know; the Father hasn't showed Me. But what do you want?"
He said, "Lord, that I might receive my sight." Amen. Down in his heart, turning over: "They told me the days of miracles is past, but I believe something's going to happen to me soon."


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