<TITLE>06. Par 22-25</TITLE>L-22 It--truly He was a man, when He was on the back of that little boat, that night when ten thousand devils of the sea swore they'd drowned Him. It was flopping around out there like a bottle stopper on a mighty sea. And the devil, seeing, said, "Now, we've got Him." But when He woke, put His foot upon the brail of the boat, looked up and said, "Peace, be still," and the waves and the winds obeyed Him. He was more than a man, when He did that.
He was a man, when He called for mercy at the cross. He died like a man, but on Easter morning, when the seal of the Roman government was broke and the tomb was empty, He rose again. He might have died like a man, but He raised again like God. He was a God-man.
No wonder the poet 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. O glorious day.
No wonder, blind Fanny Crosby could scream,
 Pass me not, O 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-23 He was more than a man; He was God's mighty Conqueror. Oh, how, we should love Him, how we should praise Him, how we should love one another, as He loved us, and gave Hisself for us, that we might be more than conquerors, through Him, Who conquered sickness, death, hell.
We see Him here on earth as a Conqueror. We see Him stand there by the side of the grave and conquer death in that man. His soul was four day's journey; I don't know where he was; neither do you. But wherever he was, He conquered it, and brought it back. Corruption knew it's Master. Amen. And the soul of this man had been dead, come back and lived again in a mortal body, and set at a table and eat. And never was a man could do that before. He was God's mighty Conqueror.

L-24 The sickness--He never preached a funeral. Death couldn't stay in His presence. How could death and life dwell together? They can't do it. That's the reason today, brother, when the church is borned again of the Spirit of God, death and life can't hold together. Something takes place. Christ comes in and conquers our passions; He conquers our desires. He conquers all that's ungodly about us. And because He lives, we live also. He conquers everything that's ungodly. He's already did it; it's laying at our hands just to receive.
We see Him in His earthly ministry as a Conqueror. Certainly, we do. But now, let's watch Him after He died. He still went on conquering. He never ended at the grave. The Bible said, "His soul descended into hell, and He preached to the spirits that were in prison, that repented not in the long-suffering of the days of Noah."

L-25 I can see Him as the heavens and the earth turning black, the rocks a belching out of the mountains. The whole heavens, the moon, the stars refused to shine. He conquered it. And when He went down, descended down, and knocked at the door, where those lost souls was, and when the doors came open, and those people who laughed and made fun of Enoch, who made fun of Noah--I can hear Him say, "I am that One, that Enoch said would come with ten thousands of His saints. Why didn't you believe Enoch? Why didn't you believe Noah?"
Everything had to know that He'd conquered. When He shut the door on them, the days of mercy was passed. On down into the lowest pits of hell, He went. And He knocked at the sooty doors of the devil's hell.
And the devil comes to the door, as we could look to see, and there he said, "Well, here You are, after all. I sure thought I had You, when I killed the prophets. I was sure I had You, when I had John's head cut off in prison. But now, after all, You've got here."


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