<TITLE>13. Par 41-42</TITLE>L-41 So I can see those women with their nice little babies all in these nice needleworks and so forth, and little pink gowns and so forth, standing off, holding their lambs, and so forth, walking up as the priest was doing the ministering at the altar. And this little girl she stood out by herself, nobody around her.
I can hear some of them say, "Look. You see her? Yeah, that baby was born out of holy wedlock. That fellow Joseph, they're not even married. Look at them there. And that baby was born, look at it there. That's nothing but disgrace. Keep your distance."
That poor little mother, with that little baby in her arms, like this, little veil over her face, maybe, rocking little fellow as He gooed like that... What was He dressed in? Swaddling's cloth, not fine needle work, swaddling cloth. Where was He born? In a manger. Why was He born in a manger? Because He was a Lamb. Lambs are not born in houses; they're born in mangers out in straw. He was the Lamb of God, slain from the foundation of the world. And here He was.
You what swaddling's cloth is? It's what they take off the back of a yoke of an ox. In the Orients I learned that, that where they plow an ox, they put--wrap some rags around to keep from rubbing his shoulders. And in the main stalls that night there was some swaddling's cloth; they didn't even have nothing to put on. We're not worthy of the clothes we got on tonight, when they unwrapped this cloth off the ox neck, the yoke of the ox and wrapped it around the Saviour of the world.

L-42 And here He was, the little mother rocking Him, no clothes to put on the little fellow. He humbled Himself in the humility of His flesh. And there she had Him in her arms, rocking the little fellow like this, and she come up. What kind of an offering? Two little turtledoves, a peasant, poor, and yet He owned the whole heavens and earth. He was made poor, that we through His poverty might be made rich.
There she was rocking Him in her arm. No matter what they said, in her little heart she knew where that Baby come from. That's the way with every divine believer, when they call them holy-rollers and fanatics, they know what's in their heart. They know what's taking place. They say, "Oh, you believe in that old stuff, Divine healing?" Don't you worry. You might call them everything you want to, but they know where they're at. They know what they got cradled right here (That's right.), something, the peace that passes all understanding. No matter what the world's got to say about it. Praise God. If Jesus Christ could condescend Himself, and wrapped in swaddling's cloth, stand there, and be made fun of, His little mother standing like that, it's good enough for me. Amen. That's all right. I don't care what the world says. In your heart, you know what it is.


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