<TITLE>09. Par 43-48</TITLE>L-43 And when light begins to rise, darkness settles and gets dense. It's pressing it together. Just like dropping ink in a--a washtub full of bleach, it just isn't no more. There is no more blackness of ink when it's dropped into bleach. It becomes bleach itself.
Oh, that's the way sin is. When it's dropped into the Blood of the Saviour, it just isn't any more. It's gone. No wonder He said it's in the sea of forgetfulness, the tub of God's bleach that can never be found no more; it just disintegrates; it's no more. That's the way sin is when you once see the real resurrection and the price that was paid for that resurrection.

L-44 Darkness condensing together because soon it's to vanish... And then as soon as light comes, darkness is no more. Where does it go to? What happened to that black night a few hours ago hung around this tabernacle? It just can't be now. The sun is shining. Where did it go to? What part did it lift up or where did it go down to? It just wasn't no more.
And the reason it was dark is because there was no light. And the reason that man had to hope, there'd been no resurrection. But Easter produced resurrection. Now darkness is no more; it's light.
 We'll walk in this Light,
 This beautiful Light,
 That comes where the dew drops of mercy are bright.
 Shine all around us by day and by night,
 Jesus, the Light of the world.

L-45 Night presses on, and let's put that now to nationally. This is the darkest hour, the darkest hour this world has ever seen. Even nature trembles. At one moment this whole earth could go to powder. What would happen with the reaction to a--with a reaction of hydrogen or--or--or oxygen, or some of these great bombs, the atomic reaction? Every tree, every grass, everything, every limb, every purpose, ever--every person, everything would just break to pieces and turn back to acids.

L-46 See what it is? The whole world's trembling. There's bombs ready. Everything seems to be set right at time. And if darkness has its time set, how much more will the light have its set? What's making it so dark now? What's making these things? The church has all disfellowship. We're fussing. Oh, is that... "I'm a Methodist. I am a Presbyterian. I'm a Pentecostal. I'm Church of God. I'm Assemblies."
Oh, can't you see, children? If that's all we had to stand on, we'd be most miserable people in the world. I'm so glad for a little sacred place, a little place down yonder on Ohio Avenue in an coal shed one night where God lift up the curtain. Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Pentecostals all flew away then, for I seen Easter. I seen Jesus as my Saviour. I saw Him as the Resurrection Life.

L-47 "He that believeth in Me--Me though he were dead, yet shall he live. Whosoever liveth and believeth in Me shall never die." I see Him as the only King and Potentate, the only thing that could help me, the only Giver of Eternal Life, the only One that could heal my sickness, could take away my diseases, Who could raise me up in the last days.
He just let me look a past the curtain. And I seen Him, the Resurrection. Then I joined with Job, "I know my redeemer liveth." And after there is no more Methodists, or Baptists, or Presbyterian, or Pentecostals, my Redeemer will still live on just the same.

L-48 You might say, "Well, this is this way and that's that way. Except you do this, except you do that..." I know better because I've looked a past the curtain of time. I've been on the sacred sands with every believer in here. There's no devil can touch that sand. There's no doctor of theology can explain it away.
He healed me when I was sick. He saved me when I was lost. He lives forevermore. Ask me how I know He lives. He lives within my heart. He's not dead, but He's raised from the dead.


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