<TITLE>17. Par 52-54</TITLE>L-52 And as He goes up the hill, the devil said, "Come on, death, you go down and sting Him and kill Him now." All right. The devil come out--the stinger of death come down, begin to buzz around Him. You know, ev--everybody dreads that sting of death, 'cause it's horrible (See?), the sting of death. You've heard them screaming, and crying, and hollering and--for mercy. I've got a book on the last words of great people. And if half of it's put on last words of great people of the world, kings and queens that died without God. One queen said (I believe a queen of somewhere--England or somewhere) said, "I'd give my kingdom and all that was in it just if I had five more minutes of life to repent." See, see? She couldn't do it. See?
And then I've had lives of great men like Dwight Moody and them. When he raised up, said, "Is this death?" Said, "This is my coronation day." See? Sure.

L-53 I got life of Paul Rader, which was spoke of--we was converted in his tabernacle. Paul, when he was dying, he called in his brother Luke, which was in the next room. He said, "Where's Luke?" And Luke was over in the next room. He said him and Paul kindy run together like Billy and I is together. And he--he said, "Luke, we've come a long ways together, haven't we brother?" Said, "We come through a many a hard battle together."
Luke said, "That's right, Paul."
Paul said, "Think of it. In five minutes from now, I'll be standing in the Presence of Jesus Christ, clothed in His righteousness." [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] I hugged him, kissed him. We walked away, and I went away weeping. A few hours from then, he raised up in the room and he said, "Well, if there ain't Brother So-and-so, was converted in my meeting (Died, been dead fifty years), shook his hand; and stood on the floor, shaking hands with the saints of God, done gone on to heaven, his converts from fifty years ago. I wonder, if he didn't enter that place where I was at the other morning, and seeing there, shaking hands like that.
 Lives of great men all remind us
 We can make our lives sublime,
 With partings leave behind us
 Footprints on the sands of time.
 Footprints, that perhaps another,
 While sailing over life's solemn main,
 A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
 Seeing, shall take heart again.

L-54 That's right. Now, this bee said, "You know what?" This death said, "He's just a man. That's all there is to Him. He's just an ordinary prophet, or He'd have done something about it down there. God wouldn't die like that. So I'll sting Him," and he anchored that stinger in Him on the cross.
Oh, brother, did you ever know, when a bee anchors its stinger, you know what happens? If it's really anchored deep, you don't have no stinger no more. And when the sting of death was anchored in the flesh of God, it pulled the stinger out. That's right. So today, we don't have any sting of death. It can buzz and make a noise, but we can stand like Paul, that's under this fellowship. "Oh, death where is your sting? O grave, where is thy victory? But thanks be to God Who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." There's where death was swallowed up in victory, when the bee lost his stinger. The bee of death lost his stinger, when it stung God Almighty manifested in flesh at Calvary. Today, he has no more stinger.


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