<TITLE>14. Par 42-45</TITLE>L-42 She stops. She looks around and there some of the big self-righteous dudes standing out there, points, and say, "Hey, look who come up to the feast. Look at it. Shhh. See. Looky there. There she is."
Yeah. That's the way with some of these buzzards today. They like to point their finger to somebody like that but never give them a hand out to help them to get to Christ. You're talking about the fallen. Brother, Jesus died to save the fallen. True.
Then I see the little fellow as she stands there, looking around. She thought, "How can I get to Him? Oh, look at Him setting there. He's so unwelcome."
How He is today right in Phoenix: unwelcome. I noticed in the brother's church this morning, while the little fellow was standing there, the little shepherd trying to feed his flock, right next door, spading and working and everything else. Oh, he...
Walked out here and half dressed women, this park here. Some of them with overcoats on and the other one with little bitty short clothes on, like a handkerchief tied around them up here. Some of them old, wrinkled grandmas and everything else. "Oh, we're very religious." Oh, you self-styled Pharisees. I don't know what's the matter with me.

L-43 When I noticed this little fellow... "Oh," she said, "if I can just get to Him. I'll change this picture." She begins to nudge her way through. Here she come. She's determined to get to Jesus.
Brother, that's what I like about it. I don't care what the outside world says. Let's get to Jesus is the main thing.
She moves through the crowd as she's pushing them right and left. She runs right in by the side of Jesus. Oh, when she stands by Him... The devil begins to say, "Now, He's going to rebuke you." But not one word.
Now, the way they eat then, was a little different from now. We set up and eat. Then they laid down and eat sideways. You kiddies were right in the beginning.

L-44 So they laid down and was eating. And she run right to the end of this couch where Jesus was laying. I can see her as she stands there, and she looks up at Him. All of her sins comes before her. Brother, you can never look at His face and not feel guilty. She sees all of her sins, her ill-living, her ill-fame. There they all are right before her, and she starts crying. She looks at His dirty feet; she knows it shouldn't be that way. And she begins to weeping so much for her sins until the tears begin to drop upon His feet. And she takes His feet up like this and she begins to rub them.
Oh, my. What did Pharisee do? Oh, he stuck his chest out. Oh, my. He'd blow up like a frog eating shot as he looks over; somebody broke up the party.
Why, who cares about the party? As long as you can get to Jesus, who cares about what's going on? She wanted to get to Jesus.
And there at His feet... Look what beautiful water. Jesus had His feet washed. What beautiful water: the sparkling tears of a...

L-45 [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] I believe for the first time since Jesus been at the feast, He felt at home. Jesus feels more at home with the repentant harlot than He would in your big fine classy church, the way you're treating Him. That's right.
She's repentant. The tears are running down her cheeks and on His feet. And she's washing His feet with the tears. And she [Brother Branham makes a kissing sound--Ed.] kissing His feet. Sure she did. She didn't care what anybody thought. She was in the Presence of Jesus. What does she care about her action? Her heart was just pouring out the fountains of repentance, what beautiful water for His feet. She was washing them.
And she was so hysterically... I was too. I was too, when I got in His Presence. I got hysterically. I didn't care what anybody else thought. I know they said I was a holy-roller, but I don't care. I was before Jesus. I didn't care if they excommunicated me from the church. I was in the Presence of Jesus. As she was washing His feet. Oh, I'd love to be there, wouldn't you?


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