<TITLE>05. Par 28-32</TITLE>L-28 It's been some time ago, I was speaking to someone about this. And it was a scientist that said, "There's only one way that that could've happened. And it was not because of the Roman spear that He died; and neither was it the loss of Blood that He died, because there was still Blood in His body. What He died of was not because of the Roman spear, or the nails that was drove in His hands, or the thorny crown they placed on His head. But because He died of grief, because He came to His Own and His Own received Him not. He died of a broken heart. When He knowed the very creatures of time, that He'd die to redeem, had spit in His face, and He was rejected of man."

L-29 David, eight hundred years before it happened, cried with the very voice that He cried at Calvary, "My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
What a terrible thing that sin does; it separates man from God. And He was the sin Offering that had to be offered for our sins. And He was separated from the Presence of God. Sin had separated Him. God placed our sins upon Him, and He was separated from God, and that's why He cried, "Why hast Thou forsaken Me?" And because He was forsaken, and had taken this place, and seen His people, that He was come to be their Saviour and to offer them Life, they had rejected Him. And it grieved Him so, till He was so broken-hearted until the Blood and water, and the chemicals of His body, separated.

L-31 Man will never know what that was. That's the reason there could be no one else could ever die like that. I don't care how much that you could be tormented, how that they might put your feet in stocks, or saw you by inches, or burn you by inches; you could not die that death, because your makeup's not like that. He had to be God. He had to be more than man in the makeup, God died. He died of a broken heart, with such grief for the world, until a chemical reaction taken place in His body that could not take place in you. You cannot suffer like that. There's no way for you to have that kind of a grief. So there's only One could do it, and He did it.

L-32 There hanging, that precious Life that knowed nothing but love and doing good, hung there between the heavens and earth, lifted up there, stripped naked, embarrassed... Think how you would be, stripped naked; you wouldn't know embarrassment to what God would hanging there. I know the crucifix has a little thing, like they have something around Him, but they never did that; that's just put on because of the artist put it there. They stripped His clothes from Him. He had on a robe and they tore it off of Him and gambled for it. He was embarrassed to the utmost. Yet, being God, had to stand, and sinners spit on His face. Yet, being the--the very depths of mercy, had to die before the public, stripped naked. Such affect it took upon Him, till it separated the water and the Blood. No wonder... I think the poet well expressed it when he said:
Mid rendering rocks, and darkening skies,
My Saviour bowed His head and died.
But the opening veil revealed the way
To Heaven's joys and endless day.


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