<TITLE>06. Par 20-23</TITLE>L-20 The love that He had, how He expressed it, how He had to make Himself what He was to die to save us In His death when He died at Calvary, there was never a death could be like that death. We are told that when the Roman soldier pierced His side, there was water and blood came out of His side.
And I've asked a chemist one time, what taken place when that... And this fellow, being a Christian, said to me, "That was not... Jesus did not die, because that the spear touched His side, or pierced His side." Said, "Jesus had been dead a long time before that. But He died from grief. The sword never killed Him, or neither did this--the driving of the nails. But it was grief that killed Him. When He looked out upon the ones that He had loved, and the ones that He had worked His miracles on, and the ones that He had expressed His love towards, and had fed, and see that they had turned Him down..."
You and I might be grieved. We might grieve. But we could never grieve like that, because we're not made up of that kind of material that we could have that much grief.

L-21 For the Fullness of God dwelt in Him. In Him dwells the Fullness of the Godhead bodily. God was expressing His love though human flesh, the Tabernacle in which He lived, in His own Son, what He thought about the world.
There He hung there on Calvary's cross, not as you see Him on a crucifix with a little rag wrapped around His loins. They stripped Him naked. They embarrassed Him to everything that they could embarrass Him to, and hung Him there on Calvary. And He was disgraced, and despised, and rejected, and spit on. And there He hung, dying, the God of eternity, the One that made the cross He was hanging on. No wonder the rocks rent out of the mountains. The rocks come out, because the Rock of ages was being erected. No wonder the poet said,
 Mid rendering rocks and darkening skies,
 My saviour bowed His head and died.
 The opening veil revealed the way,
 To heaven's joys and endless day.
What did it do when He died there that like that? It opened the veil. It let us look past the curtain of time, and let us seen a--a hope there.

L-22 When I see Him bruised, and--and mashed, and spit, and barbs and nails drove through Him, what did it do? It opened a way that me, a guilty sinner... I know that He paid the price there.
I'm not justified by anything I could do, none of my goodness; I have none, and neither do you. But it's through His sacrifices, through His death we are justified by believing on Him. There's where our justice stands. Not what I do, or what you do, but what He did for us. That ain't the Gospel story, I don't know it. Oh, give me that and take all the rest of it away. See that One Who died for me.

L-23 How could I be just. I--I cannot justify myself; I'm a sinner. But when I look upon Him and come singing,
 Nothing in my arms I bring,
 Simply to Thy cross I cling...
There's where I'm justified, by my faith, believing that He died in my stead and took my place at Calvary.
That's alone where I stand on the platform when demon powers are around, and I see death hanging on the people, and... The devil's got them bound and possessed, and some of them in straight jackets and--and guards around them. What do I stand on then? I look to Calvary, and know that there Jesus Christ paid the price. I feel religious.


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