<TITLE>11. Par 45-48</TITLE>L-45 Sometime ago a woman told me, from a certain denominational church, she said, "Mr. Branham, you brag too much on Jesus. You make Him divine."
I said, "He--He was either Divine or the greatest deceiver the world's ever had."
Said, "If I'll prove to you by your Bible, that He wasn't Divine, will you believe it?"
I said, "If the Bible says so."
And she said, "On St. John 11, when He was on His road to raise Lazarus from the grave, the Bible said that He wept."
I said, "What's that got to do with it?"
She said, "He couldn't be Divine and weep."
I said, "Lady, He was weeping when He was going to the grave of Lazarus, but when he pulled that little figure of His together and said, 'Lazarus, come forth,' and a man had been dead four days stood on his feet and lived again, that was more than a man. That was more than a prophet."

L-46 He was hungry when He come off a mountain, hunting on a tree for something to eat. He was a man when He was hungry, but when He taken five biscuits and two pieces of fish and fed five thousand, that was more than a man.
When He was laying on the back of that little boat that night, ten thousand devils of the sea swore they'd drowned Him. And it was like a bottle-stopper on the sea, as the little ship was beating it's way around. But when He rose and walked up, put His foot on the brail of the boat, looked up and said, "Peace, be still," and the winds and waves took the...?... He was more than a man then. That was God speaking through those human lips. He was Emmanuel.
When He died at Calvary, He did cry for mercy, "My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" But on Easter morning, when He broke the seals of death, and took the keys of death and hell from Satan, and rose again on the third day, He proved that He was God. And today He's alive here in this church tonight among us in the same power of His resurrection that He was then.

L-47 He was on His road to Jerusalem; His head was set. He didn't hear their...?... crying on. But after while, this old blind beggar said, "Who passes by?"
"Oh, get back in the corner."
"Who is it?"
Somebody said, "Oh, shut up."
And a kind little woman, I believe, walked up, said, "What did you want, sir?"
He said, "Oh, kind lady, I'm an old blind beggar. My clothes are gone. I--I have nothing to eat, and I would like to know what all this noise means."
Why, she said, "Sir, have you never heard?"
"No, I haven't, Lady."
"That Galilean Prophet is passing by, that's Jesus of Nazareth."
"Who is He?"
"Don't you know the Scripture says, that the Lord your God will rise up a Prophet like unto me. It'll come to pass that whoever shall not hear this prophet will be cut from the dead--or cut off from the living, rather?"
He said, "Well, where does He live?"
"He's from Galilee."
"And is He the One that heals?"
"Yes."
Then he raised his... "Oh, Jesus, Thou son of David, have mercy on me." He won an audience.

L-48 Now, you know, He couldn't hear him; Jesus could not, all that commotion. He couldn't hear him. But his faith, just like the woman with the blood issue that touched Him.
And Jesus, going on to Calvary with the weight of the world on His shoulders, with the sins of every death that ever died and ever would, was laying on His shoulders, the burden of the sinful world, with His head towards heaven, going straight to Jerusalem to be crucified... And that old beggar standing about a city block away, and said, "Oh, oh how I was thinking of You. I was setting here studying about You. Why did you let Him pass at this time? Have mercy. God have mercy."
His faith stopped Jesus. You don't have to be in "Who's Who" to stop Jesus. You don't have to have a brilliant education. You don't need to wear a tuxedo suit to have faith in God. And it stopped Him; He turned around and said, "Bring him here."
He never started to say, "Now, wait..." He threw that old ragged coat and took off. He didn't care what anyone said.


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