<TITLE>12. Par 35-37</TITLE>L-35 Notice. There was this little lady or little woman, rather... In her immoral act she couldn't been a lady. Lady's a higher name than that. But she was just a prostitute of the street. She smells the food. Oh, her little hungry stomach... She said, "Wonder what's going on?" She goes up around the bend, and she looks, and she said, "Oh, look up at the Pharisee's, the pastor's house. There must be a great host up there at the bishop's house today. Let's just slip up and see what it is." So she goes up and she looks around, said, "Oh, my. It smells so good. I remember when I was a little bitty child; my mother used to cook food like that. But, oh, it's been so long since I've eat like that. And now, nobody loves me. I'm just an outcast. I've took the wrong road and... Oh, I remember mother used to tell me not to do this but, oh, I... Mother died and daddy died, and I had no one to look after me. I got with some girls that was bad. Here I am."
And she was looking over, and she tipped on her toes. She looks up. And she's looking over. And there all the pastors are tipping their glasses, and, oh, talking about the great things that's going on, and their new members, and so forth. And her precious eyes looked over in the corner. She stopped.

L-36 She said, "Look like I've seen that Man somewhere. Who is that? Oh, that's that Galilean prophet. Oh, I've always wanted to see Him. But why don't they pay attention to Him?"
Now, His disciples wasn't invited. They set on the outside. It was just Him invited. You had to be invited.
And she looks, the tears begin to run down her cheek. She wipes her eyes, and she looks again. She said, "That's Him, and look, His feet's dirty. Look at His parched lips and the dirt on His hair and His neck. Oh, they haven't made Him lovable." How true that is today. "They haven't made Him lovable."
Oh, all at once something strikes her. Down the street she goes; she runs down that street and up the alley. She gets on this little crickety steps and up she goes, unlocks her door and goes in.
"Oh," she said, "no, I can't do that. I just can't do that. I must be dreaming." She rubs her eyes again. "I can't do that. Oh..." Then she reaches up in the little cupboard, and she's got a little stocking top up there. She pulls it out. She lays it on the table. She begins to count.

L-37 "Oh, but I can't. I can't. If I would go before Him, He'd know what kind of a woman I was. And I couldn't take this money that I've earned in this way. He would know how I got this money. It's not good money in that way. He would know it, because I believe that He is the Messiah. Oh, I know they don't treat Him right. I know they cast Him to one side and there He sets unlovable. But I couldn't take this money and do that. But I... He--He's unlovable. He's dirty. He's got dirty feet. But this is all I got." That's all God requires.
You say, "I can't come in the life that I live in." Oh, yes, you can. You say, "I've drank. I've stoled. I've done this. I've lied." I don't care how you are. He wants you just as you are. That's all you have to do. Yes. And He looks...
And she says, "Now, wait a minute. Now, what will they do? What if He will condemn me? Wonder what will happen?" But something on the inside of her keep giving her courage. "It's the right thing to do," something said. "It's the right thing to do." Certainly, it's the right thing to do.


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