<TITLE>09. Par 31-33</TITLE>L-31 This lady said to me; she said, "Preacher, I like to hear you speak because you seem to be sincere." But said, "There's just one thing wrong."
I said, "Well, if you can only find one thing, I'm happy."
She said, "Here's what it is. You brag too much on Jesus."
I said, "I'd had ten million tongues, I couldn't brag enough on Him. I could not find words to speak His precious phrases. It doesn't lay in mortal language to speak it. Angels can't find words to express it."
"But," she said, "you see, He was just a man; and you try to make Him God."
I said, "He was a God-man."
And she said, "If I prove to you by your own Scriptures that He wasn't, that he was just merely a man, a good man, a teacher... That's all He was."
I said, "If the Scripture says so."
She said, "All right." She said, "In Saint John the 11th chapter when He was going down to the grave of Lazarus, the Scripture said that He wept. And that showed He wasn't nothing but man."
I said, "Sister, your argument is thinner than the broth made out of a shadow of a chicken that's starved to death. Why, that wouldn't hold nothing." I said, "When He went down to the grave, it's truly, that man part was weeping. But when He straightened those little stoop shoulders up 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."

L-32 He was a man when He come down off the mountain, hungry, looking for something to eat on the tree. That was a man hungry. But when he took five biscuits and two pieces of fish and fed five thousand, that was more than a man. That was God in the man. When He laid out there on that little ship that night, tossed about, while ten thousand devils of the sea swore they'd drowned Him, and had tossed about like a little bottle stopper in a storm; He was a man while He was asleep. But when He put His foot on the brail of the boat and said, "Peace, be still," and the winds and the waves obeyed Him; that was more than a man. That was God speaking through Him.
It's true that He died on the cross crying like a man. But on Easter Sunday this Roman seals could not hold the grave. The rocks could not do it, and He broke the seals and rose again. 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--oh, glorious day!

L-33 Certainly. He was more than a man. He was God in His Son, God, the Spirit, dwelling in a Tabernacle that He created Himself by a virgin birth; that He might come into this holy Tabernacle to manifest Hisself to mankind, expressing what He was in His own Son, Jesus Christ. And here He was standing up there now as God had to be made flesh so that He could suffer pain, and suffer the agony of death that He might die for all creatures.
And then we find... You know what He was doing: In the Old Testament they had a law. And now, listen to this and throw out the bone. They had a law of this: that when a--a baby boy was born in the house of the father...


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