<TITLE>23. Par 250-261</TITLE>L-250 Won't you welcome Jesus? Jesus with dirty feet... O God. Jesus with dirty feet... The loving Saviour, them feet that are soon to be spiked, them hands, unwashed, with... Feet with dirt and dung on them, from the road, and blistered, and dirty feet, precious hands. Crowned, was soon to be thorn-crowned, a neck that'll catch the creases of the Blood as it pours off His face. And was setting amongst those religious people, unwelcomed. My Jesus, with dirty feet... O God. Oh, if I could be that flunky. Oh, if I could only come and wash His feet. There He is setting there; dirty feet, unwelcome. Nobody wants us to have anything to do with Him, His feet is so dirty.

L-252 So what did He do? What did He do? He come anyhow. He come anyhow, said, "Yeah, I will be there." So He set there He kept His appointment. He will keep His appointment with you, every time. There He set. And the Pharisee setting up there, rubbing his hands, saying, "Now, look. Now, Jones, you see Him?" Here they are, didn't know Jesus was setting there.
You think He was uncomfortable? Sure, He was uncomfortable. He didn't know... All the people around, He felt uncomfortable. Nobody was making Him welcome. So then, the first thing you know, what did they--He do then? What did He say? He set there like that. Now, listen. Watch what He does.
Now, look on the outside. Let's look outside. There's everybody looking. Nobody knowed who He was. One say, "Well, where is He at?"

L-256 Now, look, let's get another scene here. Look, coming down the street yonder, I see a--a little old woman. Oh, what a name she had in the city. She was a sinner. We won't go in details about it. She was a prostitute, a woman of ill fame, the one that did wrong. But remember, brother, she's somebody's daughter. That's right.
How do you know what caused that life? Maybe some sweetheart introduced her to such a life, put her in his arms and promised her everything. And then when he ruined her character, run away and left her to spoil another one. And that introduced her to this kind of life. Who knows the story behind her? But now she's marked. No one had anything to do with her. She's roaming the streets, making the money the best she can.

L-258 I hear her say, "Look over there at Pharisee's house. Wonder what's going on?" 'Course, she can't come into a crowd like that. That's all out of order for a prostitute to ever come to a place like that.
But she gets on the outside. Oh God, I see her stand on her tip-toes, over this big old fellow's shoulders. She's trying to look. She said, "Well, look at all that good stuff to eat. Oh, my. Isn't the rich having... Oh, isn't it wonderful." And her eyes falls over there in the corner. "Well, look. That's Him. That's Him. Oh," she says, "it can't be like that. His feet's dirty. His face is dirty. Why, He isn't--He isn't welcome." He's seldom welcomed amongst the rich. She said, "I... Oh, that can't be. Is it really Him?" She looks again. "Yes, that's Him."

L-261 She turns around, runs away from the crowd real quick; down the steps, to a street she goes. Up a little pair of creaking steps, as it wobbles as she goes up in her little old attic. She runs over into her--her chest that she has there. She opens it up and pulls out a little bag. It's got all the money she has. She looks at it. She sets it down; it clinks.
She says, "I can't. I can't do that. I must be dreaming. There must be something wrong with me. I couldn't go to that feast. I just can't do this." Perhaps she takes and puts it back. "Oh, but, if... I can't do it; He will know how I got that money. He's a Prophet. He's a Seer. He will know how I got that money. But oh, look, they invited Him, and He's setting there like that. How did they do it? Oh, somebody ought to attend to that."
And somebody ought to attend to it today, but they won't do it. You're too well entertained, have to stay home, look at television; you have to go to the drive-in at night; it's too hot to go to church. Oh, you actors...


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