<TITLE>08. Par 13-13</TITLE>L-13 For instance, if a--a dragon, or a reptile had me with his foot tonight, pulling my side, I don't have to cut his foot off to get rid of him. Just knock it in the head, it kills the whole body. And sickness is an attribute of sin. Before we had any sin, we never had any sickness. And sickness come because of sin. You see it? So you can't deal with sin on any measure unless you're dealing with sickness, worry, and every attribute that sin produces. See what I mean?
Now, here come Jesus, the atonement for our sickness and sin, walking through the pool, or around the pool, and there laid men and women everywhere in that pathetic... Looks to me like He'd have said, "Every one of you get up and go on. You're well." If He was full of love and compassion, why didn't He do it? Did you ever think about that? That's a little different light, maybe, than what you read the Bible in. See?
What didn't He say, "All you sick people get up and go home now." If He loved them and felt sorry for them... But, you know, the Jesus of nineteen hundred years ago, walked right through that pool where great multitudes (and it takes two thousand to make a multitude), multitudes of people laid, lame (the Bible said), lame, halt, blind, and withered. Is that right? What a pathetic sight, and here, Emmanuel walking around that baby with a water-head, walking around, the Son of God, full of love and compassion, walking around that old blind daddy, walking around this man with arthritis, and never said a word about his healing. Strange isn't it, being full of love and compassion. But that's the Scripture: Saint John 5. Read It; it's the New Testament.
And He walked over to a man laying on a pallet (We call it "pallet" down South. I don't know, just something laying there he was laying on.), laying on a pallet. Perhaps he had, oh, prostate trouble, or he might've had TB. Ever what it was, he'd had it thirty-eight years. It was retard. It wasn't going to kill him. He'd had it for thirty-eight years. He wasn't crippled, neither was he blind, lame, or halt. He could get up and walk. He said, "When I'm coming down, somebody steps down ahead of me." Had it thirty-eight years, and probably that old, or older when he took it, so he maybe a man sixty or seventy years old. But he was laying there. He was sick, and upset, was laying on this pallet.


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