<TITLE>14. Par 43-45</TITLE>L-43 I don't want His law. I don't want His justice. I want mercy. It's my cry, "God, don't judge me, but have mercy on me. Don't give me justice; I'm condemned. But give me mercy by Jesus Christ.
"This is My beloved Son; hear ye Him." The law is passed. Look back, the law was gone; justice was gone, because they was met in the cross. And they saw Jesus only standing there, God's love to a lost world. He didn't have to go to Calvary, friends. He didn't have to go to Calvary, but He went anyhow because He loved you; He loved me. That's why He went to Calvary.
The high priest didn't know that he was give him the greatest honor He ever had, when he mocked Him, said, "Let's see that miracle-worker there." Put a rag around His eyes, and a Roman soldier hit Him over the head with a stick, said, "You who sees visions, you, prophet, tell us who hit you. We'll believe you," the devil speaking. He never felt no virtue.
But the little woman that touched His garment, and He turned and found her, she got what she asked for, mercy, certainly.
The high priest said, "He saved others; himself he cannot save." That's right. If He saved Hisself, He would lose others. He gave Hisself so He could save others. If He'd have saved His own life, we'd been lost; but He gave His life that we might be saved.

L-44 Brother, sister, no poet... They went insane trying to find the word to express the love of God. There's never been a poet. One of them said, "If we... If all the ocean was ink, and every stalk on earth a quill, and all the skies of parchment made, to write the love of God above, would drain the ocean dry, or could the scroll contain the whole, though stretched from sky to sky."
It's love, not love for one another, not love for the world, but the love of God. The love for your wife is "phileo" love. The love for God is "agapao" love, million miles higher. Every love, not agapao love, is perverted love which has an end. And everything that had a beginning has an end. And human love had a beginning and it has an end.
Oh, the blessed eternal God, love of God, had no beginning; and it'll never have an end. When the oceans has wept themselves into deserts, and the world has got so full of sin, till the heavens has turned its back on it, and it staggers out through space, like a drunk man coming home, the love of God shall still endure, saints' and angels' song.

L-45 Men and women, hear me today as your brother. Let all your little isms and your little sensations drop; find the love of God. I'd rather have His love than every gift He's got in His Kingdom. Give me His love. That's what the world is looking for today, is to see a display of real love. It'll win souls when you got love. They can tell it when you got love. We got to much make-believe love. We got too much, a--a love, a phileo love, trying to make it agapao love. We need real godly love.
Here sometime ago in the great north woods, where I used to hunt. I had a friend up there named Burt Caul. He's one of the best hunters I ever hunted with. Tracker, he was perfect. And, oh, he'd stick with you through thick and thin. He knowed the woods; but one of the cruelest hearted man I ever seen. He would shoot little fawns just to get me to holler about it.


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