<TITLE>13. Par 53-56</TITLE>L-53 I'm not speaking against anyone's religion, but a certain woman from a--a cult, that does not believe in the Divine Blood of Christ, they believe He was a prophet. Not only the Christian Science, but a lot of you Protestants, are getting the same thing poked down you. He was God.
She said, "Mr. Branham, I like to hear you speak, but you brag too much on Jesus of being Divine."
I said, "He was Divine. He was more than a prophet or a teacher. He was God, or the greatest deceiver the world ever had."
She said, "If I'll prove to you by your Scriptures, He wasn't nothing but a man, will you accept it?"
I said, "If the Scripture says so."
She said, "In St. John 11, when He went down to the grave of Lazarus, the Bible said, 'He wept.'"
I said, "Oh lady, is that your Scripture?"
She said, "Yes."
I said, "Your Scripture is thinner than the broth made out of shadow of a chicken that starved to death." I said, "You know better than that." I said, "When He went down to the grave, He wept like a man, but when He pulled His little body up, which the Bible said, 'There was no beauty we should desire Him.' But when He pulled that little frame together, and said, 'Lazarus, come forth.' and a man had been dead four days, come to life. That was more than a man."

L-54 When He come off the mountain in our text tonight, hungry, He was a man. But when He taken five biscuits and two pieces of fish, and fed five thousand, that was more than a man. That was God speaking out of a man. He was more than a man when He told the woman at the well, that she had five husbands. [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] He was more than a man when He told Philip, He saw him under the fig tree, fifteen miles away, when he was praying.
He was a man when virtue had gone from Him, the woman touching His garment, and so forth. And he laid on the back of a little ship resting, so tired, and ten thousand devils of the sea, swore they'd drowned Him. And that little old boat out there, like a bottle stopper, bouncing around, the devil said, "We've got Him now." He was a man when He was laying down there on the boat asleep, but when He was aroused, He walked up, and put His foot on the brail of the boat, looked up and said, "Peace, be still," and the winds and the waves obeyed Him. He was more than a man.

L-55 He was a man when He cried, at Calvary, for mercy in His death. But on Easter morning, when He broke the Roman seals, and rolled away the stone, and stood on the earth again, He proved He was more than a man. Every man that's ever amounted to a hill of beans in this earth, believed that. Poets and so forth, one said, blind Fanny Crosby said:
 Pass me not, oh gentle Saviour,
 Hear my humble cry;
 While on others Thou art calling,
 Do not pass me by.
 Thou the Stream of all my comfort,
 More than life to me;
 Whom have I on earth, beside Thee?
 Or Whom in heaven but Thee."

L-56 When Eddie Perronet, wrote the inauguration song, when his poor poetry was all turned down and refused, in that dark room He grabbed a pen, and the Holy Ghost come on him, and he wrote the inauguration song, when he wrote:
 All Hail the Power of Jesus' name!
 Let angels prostrate fall;
 Bring forth the royal diadem,
 And crown Him Lord of all."
One said:
 "Living, He loved me,
 Dying He saved me,
 Buried He carried my sins far away.
 Rising, He justified, freely forever,
 Someday He's coming,
 Oh, glorious day."
He was more than a man; He was God. He's still God tonight.


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