<TITLE>25. Par 279-288</TITLE>L-279 We Americans are too good. We just don't realize how low-down we are. That's right. We're too good. We're always better than somebody else. You poor, naked, wretched, miserable hypocrite. Don't you know you are lost? Oh, America, how oft God would've took you, but you would not. How He has sent you righteous men who preached, and lived on soda crackers and branch water, bread and water. And you made fun of them and called them holy-roller, and pitched them in jail, and tore up their places, and despised them. Oh, you're too good. You don't--you don't need anything.
The Bible said in Revelations, "Know ye not that you're blind, miserable, wretched, poor, and naked, and don't know it?" Oh, yes.

L-281 Yes, ladies, you can take and go out here, and just fix all up, and wear the best of clothes. You can go to the best of churches. You get all fixed up, and have your hair manicured, or ever what you call it, and wear the big high-heeled shoes, and paint all up like a circus, and go down to the church, and say, "I'm just as good as they are." Oh, you miserable, blind wretch. You don't know that you're lost. Yeah. You think 'cause you got a change of clothes... And, mister, 'cause you can ride in a good car today, and got a good job, and the boss pats you on the back, you think you've got everything made. You shun church. You wouldn't go to a place where they went to the altar and prayed. You're ashamed that your neighbors would see you. You poor hypocrite, don't you know you're lost? You don't want Jesus. You ain't got no room for Him.

L-283 Nudged one another, said, "Look, going there." Yeah.
"They pass me by unnoticed, where they once passed with a smile." You've heard the old song.
 Now, I'm marked, marked, marked,
 I am marked now wherever I go;
 I am marked, marked, marked,
 What I am everyone seems to know. (That's right.)
 But I been sealed, sealed, sealed,
 I been sealed by God's Spirit Divine;
 O glory to God. Hallelujah. Amen.
 I am His, and I know He is mine.

L-284 Go ahead and nudge if you want to. I'm on my road. Hallelujah. I will get there by and by. That's right. On his road...
There she goes. She pulls her veil up over her face. Down the street she goes, and all them hypocrites nudging one another. She gets right to where it's at. She raises up, the tears has scalded her cheeks. They see she's been crying. "Wonder why she is crying?"
She stops, outside the edge of line; she looks up. She said, "Oh, I can't. I can't. Oh, I just can't do this. I can't. But look, what will He say when He knows what I am?"
That's a good thing, sinner. He knows what you are. Amen. Come, anyhow; come, anyhow.

L-288 Oh, you Pharisees, been going to church all these times, and supposed to be a Christian, He knows what you are. Don't you worry. He knows who you are. He knows what's on the inside of you. You're ashamed to come to the altar after belonging to church so long, but He knows you. He knows what's on the inside of you.
She stopped. She said, "Oh, I just can't do it. I just can't do it. What would He say about a woman like me? What would He say? But here, they've invited Him, and it's my opportunity."
Oh, you don't realize what an opportunity you got. You got an opportunity today, friends, to be filled with the Holy Ghost. You got an opportunity today, to be a saint of God. You don't have to be a--a stinking sinner. You can be a saint. You don't have to be a hypocrite. You don't have to be a church attender, and not a Christian. You don't have to go along there and act like you're a Christian, and go to church to hide your meanness. You can really be a Christian. You've got an opportunity.


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