<TITLE>04. Par 13-17</TITLE>L-13 I was setting behind that curtain awhile ago wiping tears out of my eyes, when I heard those brothers sing. And peeped around those curtains and see the glory of God on their face. Oh, my. If there's any life in you, that'll sure bring it to the top. That's right.
But when you get just where you have to go that way yonder, and hold on, and turn blue in the face, you're just trying to get somebody to hear you then. See? I like real singing. I like to be yourself, not a actor, Pharisee. That's bad.

L-14 The sun was almost going down, and I see him standing there. This courier had run all day long; his feet was dirty, and his face full of sweat. His master said to him, "Now, you must find Him." And he crossed Palestine, trying to find Him. The sun was almost down. Thousands were setting listening to One speak, that never a man spoke like Him. People were standing on their tiptoes looking over. They could only see... And I can see the courier who'd had come from this rich Pharisees house, looking over to see if he, on his tiptoes, to see what he could see.
And after awhile He quit speaking; then He begin to minister to the sick. Oh, I'd love to have been there, wouldn't you?

L-15 I can see this courier making his way through the crowd till he gets up and he bumps in to somebody, who's standing there, wouldn't let him go any farther. Might have been Philip, or Nathanael, or one of them. I don't know who it was. Somebody was standing there he bumped into.
Said, "I would like to speak to your Master, sir."
And being busy keeping the people away from Jesus, so He could pray, one at a time. I can imagine him placing him back to... "Stand aside. Leave the Master alone. He's busy."
And then he pushed on again; He said, "But I have a message from my master, a very prominent man in our country. I must see your Master."

L-16 And I can see then, Philip, probably, taking him up to where Jesus was. And he politely bowed before Him, and he gave Him the message, "My master, Pharisee, Simon, the Pharisee, who's a great man, he's great in the church. And You'll be honored, sir. And he has sent for You to come on a certain-certain date to his banquet. And he's going to have a great feast, and he's a rich man. And he's... Oh, he can put on a real kind of feast. And You're invited to come."
Could you imagine what Peter would say to him? About like I would've said or you, "Oh, Jesus, that Pharisee, he's just making a trump card out of You. Why, he--he don't need You. He's got all the wealth of this world that he needs, and he--he don't have any need for You. He's just going down there to make a show--make--make You a show card. That's all. Don't go. Look at the thousands here that's calling for You. Your time is needed here. Don't go with that down to that Pharisee."
Perhaps Andrew run up and said, "Jesus, don't do that, Master. Don't go down there."
But yet, all the persuading that they could do, Jesus politely, I can see Him bow His head and say, "I will be there."

L-17 Jesus is never invited, unless He comes. Just remember that. If you want Him at your house, invite Him. He will come. No matter who you are, or how rich or how poor, how bad off, or how well off, He will come if you'll invite Him. He never turns down an invitation. Jesus never did and He never will.
So they see... He bowed and he went... And the courier sighed a little bit and oh, brushed back his hair out of his dirty face and back down across Palestine he go, to take his--to take his message back down.
How could he ever do it? What was the matter with that courier, that runner, a flunky from his masters house? How could he have done it? I'd said something different from that, wouldn't you? If I'd ever got in the Presence of Jesus, I'd fell at His feet first and of worshipped Him.


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