<TITLE>15. Par 55-58</TITLE>L-55 Now, Jesus... Do you believe He had compassion? Now, I want to just get you caught in a little trap here, so be careful. See? Jesus was full of love. And He was full of virtue. Do you believe it? But He only had virtue to those who believed He had it.
The woman who touched His garment got healed, but the Roman who spit in His face felt no virtue, or hit Him in the head with a stick. Had a rag wrapped around His face and hit Him on the head with stick, said, "Now, if you're a prophesier, tell us who hit You." He didn't feel no virtue. But the woman who believed it, she felt virtue, because she approached God in the right provided way. That's the way you've got to come too. You've got to come by Jesus Christ.
And laying there in this great multitude of people, Jesus the Son of God, full of love, full of compassion, full of power, moved down among those great multitudes of lame, halt, withered, blind, waiting for the moving of the water, and didn't touch one of them.
Now, if He's full of love, if He's full of power, if He's full of compassion, why didn't He exercise it then?

L-56 Here, let's--let's dramatize it just a moment. Here's a mother with a water head baby saying, "Oh, please sir, let somebody help me to get my baby in first when the Angel comes."
Theologians, in history, tells us that they stabbed one another trying to get in the pool first. And here comes Emmanuel, garments full of virtue, walking among the people. Here stood an old daddy with arthritis, blind, saying, "Somebody please help me to get in." And Jesus passed right by him: full of love, full of virtue, full of power.

L-57 Here stands a man, lame. Here stands another one withered, arms withered down. He'd healed withered arms. Withered, laying down... Jesus, full of love, full of compassion, full of power, full of virtue, passed right by and never said a word, wound His way right over until He found a man laying on a pallet (We call it in the south, bunch of quilts laying on the ground.) who had a trouble. He wasn't lame; he wasn't blind; he wasn't withered; he wasn't crippled up. He could walk. He said, "Will thou be made whole?" Never talked to them back there, He come down to this man, said, "Will thou be made whole?"
He said, "Sir, I have no one to put me in the pool. For when I'm a coming, I am coming down..." Somebody out runs him. "Somebody gets in ahead of me."
He had a disease, not affliction. He had a disease he'd had for thirty-eight years. Well, let's say it was TB, prostate trouble. It was retarded. It wasn't going to kill him. He'd had it thirty-eight years. And he said, "When I'm coming down, someone steps ahead of me."
Jesus said, "Pick up thy bed and go into thy house."
He never questioned again. He picked up his bed, put it on his shoulder, went walking on.

L-58 Why did Jesus, full of love... Jesus walked right away from that thousands of people laying there, withered, blind, halt. Not like it is here this afternoon, but the whole crowd was messed up with that: Lame, blind, withered, crying, waiting... And somebody blind, "Is the Angel on the pool yet? Oh, I've waited for days, it's weeks, I've set here. My people's going to take me back, and I won't be healed." And here comes the Lord Jesus, walking right by him, bypassing him, went right on around. Strange, isn't it? But you don't know what compassion is. You only know it from a human stand point.


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