<TITLE>10. Par 72-82</TITLE>L-72 You remember when some of the schools up there didn't know the difference between gourds and peas, and throwed some wild gourds in a pottage of peas, to cook, and they cried out, "There's death in the pot."
Elijah got a handful of meal, cast it into the pot, and said, "Eat." What did the meal do? The meal in the pot changed it from death to life, from a death-giving resource to a life-giving resource.
That's the same thing it is tonight, when there's death in your vessel. Christ, throwed into your vessel, brings you from death unto Life. Christ makes the difference. Coming into the human heart, oh, He gives a peace that passes understanding. And also It gives Life Eternal, "He that believeth on the Son has Eternal Life, and shall never perish."

L-75 Now, she got the meal, which represented Christ. And Christ is the Word. "In the beginning was the Word; the Word was with God; and the Word was God. And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us," Christ the Meal-offering. Then she went and got the oil. And the oil represents the Spirit. So she put the Word and the Spirit together and begin to mix It up.
Oh, something has to happen when that takes place. Let it be tonight that the Word that I am preaching falls into your heart. Then let the Holy Spirit get in there and go to mixing That up. Watch what takes place when you put the Word and the Spirit together. Jesus said to the woman at the well, "Woman, I tell you, the time is coming and now is, when God requires worship in the Spirit and in the Truth." And He is the Truth.

L-77 The meal, look what she did, she mixed the Word and the Spirit together. Many people have the Spirit without the Word; some has the Word without the Spirit. But you take, put Them both correctly in their places, there's a cake on the road. There's something in the making.

L-78 Poor little widow didn't know what she was doing, but God said to Elijah, "I have commanded her."
And Elijah's on his road over the cobblestones, coming down to see his vision fulfilled somewhere. And here she is standing there, tears she's wiping with her old ragged sleeve, and saying, "O Jehovah God, my faith has never failed, and it won't fail. Somehow or another, I don't know how all this is, but we're taught that all things work together for the good." She's mixing this little meal up; she got the little cake all fixed out and patted up. She said, "Now it's time for me to go out and get some wood." She goes back and opens the door, and said, "O Lord, that poor little hungry belly laying there, and I haven't eaten for two or three weeks. I've give him my piece of cake."
That's a mother, a mother's love for her baby. There's nothing like it, only God's love. "A mother may forget her suckling babe, but never can I forget you. Your names are engraved on the palms of My hand." How can He forget you? "I'll never forsake thee, or never leave thee. I'll be with thee always, even to the end of the world."

L-81 There she looks at her baby; maybe she slipped back and kissed his little forehead, whether if she fainted and died on the outside. She goes out. It's just begin to kinda--sun begin to rise over the Judaean hills. And she looks at the sun begin to peep up. Way down the street she hears cursing and going on. And she goes out in the yard, and notice, she picked up two sticks, not an arm load, two sticks. What is it? The "Cross."

L-82 Now, anyone knows, any of my Indian friends here know, or any hunter, the correct way of making a fire to last, is, cross two sticks, two logs, light it right in the middle, and just keep pushing the ends in. It'll last all night. Many time have I laid in the wilderness with two sticks no bigger than that, and keep warm all night. Just enough to keep warm, keep it going right in the center of it.


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