<TITLE>10. Par 33-34</TITLE>L-33 Here He is, coming by. 'Course the blind man, he didn't know. I can imagine him listening, his head around, see if he could hear better out of the other ear. The first thing you know, somebody stepped on him and so forth, and pushing him back. I can hear him say, "What's all the noise about?" Nobody paid any attention to him; going on.
He was listening to some of them, "Away with Him. Go on back to Nazareth where you belong. We don't need Your... down here in this country. Get on back." All kinds of noise...?... hollering, "He's the Lord of hosts. Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest."
The multitudes... One screaming, probably throwing over-ripe fruit at Him, and everything else...
But Jesus, walking out in front of the crowd, oh, my, His face up towards the heaven. What was ahead of Him? Going straight to Jerusalem to die for the sins of the world. Being who He was, the son of God, the King of all prophets, and the--and knowing that that laid ahead of Him, His mind, of course, was on that.
He wasn't listening to the howling crowd, "Away with this, and away with that," and "Hosanna." He couldn't listen to it; His disciples having a hard time to keep a riot from getting on to Him. Some tried to touch Him to get healed; others liked to slap Him or hit Him with something to knock Him down, and the disciples going on, pushed them away...
Jesus, in that cool, quiet, steady walk, right down the road, on His road with His face up towards His heavenly Father, walking as an obedient Son, correctly... And as He walks along, everybody screaming...

L-34 I believe there was a kind lady, maybe, when blind Bartimaeus, "What--what's all the noise about. I was just thinking, what's all the noise about."
And maybe a kind lady reached down and said, "Why, blind beggar, Jesus of Nazareth passes by."
Oh, new hopes rose up. How was it? Something... He couldn't see it, but in every sense he had of hearing...
Sight's not always... Seeing is not always believing. Sometimes hearing is believing. Faith cometh by hearing, not by seeing, by hearing.
Somebody told him that Jesus of Nazareth... "Oh, is that the prophet up there Who's doing the sick?"
"Well, it must be," said the lady.
Some of them's hollering to Him and saying, "My baby was healed by Him," and another man walking said, "He was crippled." He was packing some sticks that he used to walk on. But the priest thought...
"Oh," he said, stop Him for me.
"Stop Him? Why, you couldn't stop Him. Look at Him." He was going up the road there."
And then, the old blind beggar raised to his feet and cried, "Oh, Jesus, Thou Son of David, have mercy on me. Oh, Jesus, Thou Son of David, have mercy on me."
Now, you know in all that milling, rallying, fussing crowd, and Jesus with His face turned towards the heavens, walking straight to Calvary to be crucified with the burdens of all the world laying on His shoulder, He'd never heard that poor, little, old spindly man way back down there side of that fence, or the side of that wall a hollering, "Have mercy on me," when they was screaming everything. And as He, going on up the road...
Blind Bartimaeus trying to say, "Oh." Some of them said, "Shut up. He's way up the road there." He...
That didn't stop him. He raised his head, "Oh, Jesus, Thou Son of David, have mercy on me."
What happened? What took place? The same thing took place that the woman that touched His garment. He knew that was the closest he ever was to Him. He knew probably was the closest he'd ever be in life's journey here to Him. So the only way he could do was rise all the faith he could to believe that Jesus would not pass him by.


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