<TITLE>11. Par 105-113</TITLE>L-105 There was an immoral woman one time, like an alcoholic or a prostitute, so immoral till the women of the city wouldn't touch her. She was an outcast. She come out to get her water; she had to wait till noontime. She couldn't come with decent women. Nobody'd have anything to do with the woman. She'd been married, and had a bunch of husbands, and living common law then. Nobody cared for her. They were too stiff and starchy. Nobody cared.
But He cared for her so much that He told her the secrets of her heart, and forgive every sin, and put Something in her, that she run into the city, saying, "Come, see a Man that's told me the things that I've done."
See, that's what makes Him great to me. He isn't a stuffed shirt. He was God's grace to the people. He was God's love expressed in human flesh. No matter how little or insignificant, He cared; immoral, drunks, alcoholics, whatever it was.

L-108 I think of little Rosella Griffin in Chicago (her book's coming out now), that came into the meeting so vile till the--the great Alcoholics Anonymous had turned her down. And about six or eight famous hospitals of Chicago had wrote her name off the book, "never to come" there. Even till she was so low, until the only thing she had left was a coat that her mother give her; she cut it on the inside to put her bottles down into there, such an alcoholic, that she might not freeze to death, laying in the gutters at nighttime. A young woman, smart, educated, miserable hag setting in the balcony, up yonder in Indiana where we was having a meeting, no one seemed to care. If they knowed who it was, they moved back from her.

L-109 But Jesus cares. He moved me around, and said, "The woman sitting yonder, her name is Rosella Griffin. She's an alcoholic. She's been give up by the 's-Anonymous, and they can't do nothing for her. And so all hopes is gone. But she has believed on Him: "THUS SAITH THE LORD. From this hour on, no more alcohol." And now she's a sweet, loving Christian; from place to place, and from dive to dive, from jail to jails, preaching the Gospel to save alcoholics.
Jesus cares, so just cast your cares upon Him. In your sorrow, He cares. When you lose your loved ones, He cares; He cares for the dead, those who have died in Christ.

L-111 One day, He was so weary in His way, He could hardly go, But there come a--a band from the city, a funeral procession, and a little mother frantically throwing her hands in the air, and wringing them. "O Jehovah, why did You take him? He's my only son."
He was tired and weary, but He cared for that poor, little, heartbroken woman. Walked over to the--the carriers that--that carried the--the casket, and touched it, and said, "Son, rise." Why? He cared.
He understands. Now, we know, by His life, that He cares.

L-113 Now, the question is for us tonight, do you care? He cares. But now do you care? If you do not care, then He can't help you. But if you care enough, or care enough about yourself... I've heard people make this insane remark, "I don't care what becomes of me." Oh, my. I sure care what becomes of me. Sure, I do. I care. And I believe any person in their right mind cares. I want to know what's going to happen to me. And if I know He loved me, there no one else could love like that. He cares for you. He cares for you. No matter how little you are, how insignificant you are, how poor, how indifferent, how many times you've tried and failed, He still cares. His love still knocks at your heart's door. But are we ungrateful for that? In a day here where...


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