<TITLE>04. Par 13-15</TITLE>L-13 Now, we--this Greek said, "We would see Jesus. Not so much as we would hear Him, but we would just love to see Him." I just wonder if that wouldn't be the feeling tonight, of every person here, to see Jesus? Then how could we see Him? In His church in His people: we are written epistles. The Spirit of Christ lives in His people and produces His life. And His ministry continues to go on until He comes again. And He is here. It's the blindness of our eyes, the reason we don't see Him. If we could just open our eyes to things that are real...
I live on the river (what time I'm home in Indiana); I live by the Ohio River. Sometime ago, a little boy had went to Sunday school in my city. He went up the river with an old fisherman. And he was a discouraged little boy, because he had asked his mommy one day, he said, "Mommy, God is so great, could anybody see Him?"
And she said, "Now, I don't know. You ask the pastor; he's coming home with us for dinner, Sunday."
And he said to the pastor, "Could anyone see God, sir?"
"Why," he said, "certainly not, son. No one can see God."
And he asked his Sunday school teacher and she said, "Why certainly not. No one can see God."
But the little fellow with his enthusiasm, thought, "Well, if He is so great, why can He not be seen?"

L-14 And up on the river one day, with the old fisherman, there'd come up a storm. And on the road back the old fisherman was pulling his boat, and the little lad was sitting in the stern of the boat. And the rainbow came out after the storm. And the old fisherman, with his gray beard, begin weeping as he looked at the rainbow. And the great bright tears begin to run down his white beard. It enthused the little lad until he ran up into the middle of the boat and fell down at the lap of the old fisherman. And he said, "Sir, I want to ask you a question that my mommy, or Sunday School school teacher, or pastor could not answer me. Can anyone see God?"
And it was so much for the old man, he pulled his oars into his lap, and threw his arms around the little lad, and he said, "God bless your little heart. All I've seen for the past forty years has been God." When God gets on the inside, you can see Him, but you can't see Him until He gets inside to look through your eyes.

L-15 A few weeks ago in our great city of Louisville, Kentucky, there was a noticeable sight of a woman. She had her--a little boy in her arms, of about six or seven years old. And she was in one of the great ten cent stores. And they noticed her going from counter to counter, picking up little--little gadgets and holding it before the little boy. And she would go to another counter, and pick up a different little gadget, and hold it up to the little boy, and on down along the different counters. And the people begin watching her. And after while she got to some sort of a little a thing that made a noise and rattled. And she'd picked it up before the little lad and she rattled it. And she laid it down and fell across the--the counter, weeping. And some who were around near, came to--to comfort her. And they said, "Lady, why are you weeping so?"
And she said, "Oh, it's no better."
They said, "What is no better?"
Said, "The little boy." said, "The doctor said he was better, but he is no better, or he could notice some of these things that children ought to notice." His mind was gone.


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