<TITLE>11. Par 33-34</TITLE>L-33 Now, look at Him setting there. All the big religious people standing there tipping their glasses and having a fellowship, and Jesus setting over in a corner with dirty feet. O God, forgive me. When I think of it, Jesus with dirty feet, oh, my...
That's why I stepped away from the Baptist church. Hallelujah. Yes, sir. I believe my God ought to be worshipped in the power and demonstration of the Holy Ghost. Yes, sir. I don't believe in your old cold formal creeds. He wants to be loved. Look at Him setting over there, can't be loved. He can't be loved because the way He's treated.
And that's the same thing today. You self-made seminary chickens of pastors. Hatch yourself out and try to place the dirty name of holy-roller on the worship of Jesus. No wonder your congregation don't stand taller. It's the way you've treated Him. If you would preach the Bible in the power of the resurrection of Christ, saints would be shouting in every church the Maricopa valley. [Congregation worships and applauds--Ed.] It's not Jesus' fault; it's your fault. Here He is in Phoenix today. "Holy-rollers, bunch of fanatics." Go on, Pharisee. Your time's a coming.

L-34 But notice, way down in the city was a young lady. Let's imagine her now, just before closing. Now, be real reverent and quiet. This young lady had taken the wrong road. She was a bad lady, maybe just a girl, eighteen, nineteen years old. She was a woman of... Oh, well, we don't have to go into details of that. She was of ill-fame. And you like to point your finger to her.
But let me tell you something, brother. There can't be a bad woman unless there's a bad man to be bad with her. That's right. So don't scorn her like that. Some mother's darling... I believe instead of pointing to her and... If you'd open your church and send somebody to bring her in, there wouldn't be so many of them. That's right. Poor little kid, no one loved her, no one cared for her. Society had turned her out, and nobody wanted her. So she had to live, and she done the best she could, maybe. She was bad.
I wouldn't uphold her sin. No, sir. But what I'm--I'm after, is the church that won't open a door to her. You don't want her in your society. Who are you anyhow, Pharisee? Right. You're no bet... You're worse off than she is many times. "Oh, but we couldn't stand... Our crowd wouldn't let a woman like that... We couldn't put her in the church membership. Oh, no, no." That's the reason she is what she is. Some mother's darling, certainly it is. It's a soul that Christ died for.
But you're too stiff and starchy, your society. If I had a society like that in my church, I'd kick them out the door and start it over again with harlots. I sure would. Self-made bunch of educated idiots in this nation... That's right. I don't say that to be mean [Congregation applauds--Ed.], but they--they love the praises of man more than the praises of God. Jesus said, "Whosoever will, let him come." But you don't want them. Sure. The last call was go get that kind of people. That's the supper call.


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