<TITLE>09. Par 29-30</TITLE>L-29 And everyone that tries to live before God right, is misunderstood. That's right. People misunderstand you. They think there's something wrong with you. They... Sometimes they're considered neurotics when they really try to live true, live loyal and true to God, because they don't drink and take a sociable party. And that's what's the matter with out country today, we got too many social parties of them things. What's the matter with the Christian church of America? We got too much of that going on in it under the name of Christianity.
Oh, friends, this might be our last night on earth. How do we know? This might be the last hour that we'll ever have a time to make a decision. That's right. You must think of that. You don't know just what minute or hour you might be called on to answer at the judgment. And then you're not going to be judged as a sinner. You're going to be judged as a rejecter of what you've heard. Faith cometh by hearing.

L-30 And I can see the blind man, and the people running all over him. Jesus walking on up the road. As He went out the gates, the people hollering and screaming and going on, about fifty or a hundred yards from where the blind beggar was setting. And he kept crying, "Well, what's going on? What's happened? Are they going to crucify a criminal? Or what--what is this Man they're saying trying to threaten Him to--and telling Him if He can heal the sick to--to do certain things, and if He can raise the dead to go up to the graveyard and raise them all up? What--what are they hollering at that about? Who is the Man anyhow?" Nobody seemed to answer.
Finally, one young lady, Rebekah, perhaps, Zacchaeus' wife, after that morning her husband, being converted. She reaches down and she said, "Kind sir, maybe, you don't know; you're a poor man. I--I feel sorry for you in your rags."
"But, kind lady, tell me what's going on?"
"Have you ever read in the Scripture where the Messiah would come?"
"Oh, yes. I was just thinking about that, the Son of David."
"Yes, yes." Rebekah said, "That's Him, the Son of David."
"Yes, I've heard of--that He would be on the earth someday. Oh, when He comes, what joy there'll be when He comes. A mob like this won't be howling around."
"But, sir, you're mistaken. There goes the Son of David. That's Him."
"Oh, you mean the world's treating Him like that?"
"That's Him."
"Is Angels a following Him? What--what--what kind of a company has He got?"
"He walks alone. He's a Man rejected. His message has been turned down. But He's healed the sick. God has proved to be with Him by signs and wonders with Him. He's the Son of God."
Then I can see the old beggar scream to the top of his voice, "O Jesus, Thou Son of David have mercy on me." The last opportunity He'd ever have, the first time it was presented to Him. "Have mercy on me. Have mercy on me."
Somebody pushes him back, said, "Oh, shut up," shoves him back like that.
He said, "Have mercy, Thou Son of David, have mercy."


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