<TITLE>28. Par 309-316</TITLE>L-309 And there she is, she has got His feet washed. And she is just kissing His precious feet, saying, "Oh, God. Think, where I'm kissing right now; after while, a big old spike's going to be drove through there for the shedding of Blood for my sins," and kissing His feet and going on.
And Simon stood back there, "Uh-hum." Oh, I can see him turn red in the face, and then white with rage. Oooh, my.
Jesus turned around to him. He said, "Simon, I got something to say to you." You see? "I got something to say to you. I've come to your house at your bidding. You bid Me to come. And you never give Me any water to wash My feet." Said, "I've come to your chamber, and you never give me any oil to anoint Myself with." And said, "You didn't even kiss Me. You didn't make Me welcome." Oh God... Branham Tabernacle, wake up.

L-312 "You didn't wash My feet. You told Me to come, and you didn't wash My feet. You let Me set here, embarrassed. I wanted to be something of value, but you wouldn't let Me. You didn't wash My feet. You never give Me any oil to anoint My face with. They're burning; my cheeks is burning. I've traveled two days through the hot sun. You never give Me any anointing oil to help My poor parched face. My feet's dirty and stinking, and you didn't get Me any water to wash with. And you didn't even kiss Me, to make Me welcome. But," He said, "this poor woman, ever since she's come into this building, she hasn't ceased kissing My feet." Hallelujah. "Oh, I won't do that to you."
Said, "And I say unto you," to the woman, "your sins, which are many, are all forgiven you."

L-314 What good is your old starchy church going to do? What good is the old paper you got your name wrote on, going to do you? You've got to make Jesus welcome; may get a little of that starch out of you.
He said, "Her sins, which are many, are all forgiven thee." I just can't preach no more. I think... O God. "Thy sins, which were many, are all forgiven thee. Go in peace now." Her standing over looking, Her cheeks stained. Her eyes blurred. The oil all over her mouth and her face, from kissing His feet when she anointed Him. The tears running down her cheeks. Her hair hanging down, soaking with the manure and dust and dung off from the road, hanging in her hair, where she had wiped His feet. And to hear that Word, "You've embarrassed yourself, but," then to hear Him, "now your sins are all forgiven you." Oh, oh, oh. "Thy sins are all forgiven thee. Go in peace." Oh, God...

L-316 I want to stand there. I want to do that, too, some glorious day when it's all over, I've preached my last sermon. I'm getting old now, I realize. I said to the boys this morning, I said, "I'm already forty-six years old. Oh, I've got to do something for God." I can't be here too much longer; nature shows that. If I stay another twenty, or twenty years, look where I would be. Life is a fading; it's going away. I can tell it.
But one day, when it's all over, I don't want no mansion. I don't want no big something in heaven. I want to crawl up in them same feet. [Brother Branham weeps--Ed.] Look down at them, and pat them a little bit with my hand, kiss Him right on the foot, say, "O Jesus, O..." Say, "You loved me when my path was so dim. When I was so in need, Lord, and so indifferent, You loved me then. You're the One Who brought me through, Jesus. Oh, I love You. I love You." Oh-oh. "Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus. Them feet was scarred for me, Jesus. I love You. I love You." [Brother Branham weeps.] Oh-oh-oh-oh.


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