<TITLE>17. Par 44-46</TITLE>L-44 Some nineteen hundred years ago, over Calvary... Let's take a little view for a few minutes as we're passing on. It was one horrible morning. Oh, there never was a morning, and never will be like that. They'd been a trial that morning--a mock trial--in the courts. And a innocent Man had been condemned. And I see now--hear an old something bumping over the street, going out towards Calvary. And as I look, there was a little Fellow... The Bible said, "There's not no beauty that we should desire Him." He had a cross on His shoulders, and the Blood streaked across His back, and a--a mocking crown of thorns on His face, and the spittle of the cruel drunken soldiers hanging off his face, dragging down the street, the old cross dragging out the bloody footprints of the Bearer. As He starts up the mountain, I see His garment just soaked in Blood, splashing against the sides of His leg, a sight that no man that ever knowed what that meant could look at it and it remain the same. There He was.
Oh, the devil always doubted Him. The devil thought He was just a prophet. The devil was sure then, that that was just a prophet, because "How could God ever let somebody spit in His face? How could God ever be beat into--into a pulp?" Why, it was the same reason it couldn't be a prophet. It couldn't be an Angel. It had to be God. Who come to hunt His lost child in the garden of Eden? Did He send an Angel? Did He send a prophet? He came Hisself. That's how God came manifested in the flesh in the Person of His Son, Jesus Christ.

L-45 Here He goes up the hill, pulling the cross. And that bee of death begin to buzz around Him. Then I--I--you know, "I seen Him up there, he...?... quoted some Scripture to me, but I'm sure now, He's nothing but a man, because, look: Could God let somebody spit in His face and get by with it?" He did it for your sake. He did it. He didn't have to do it, but He did it for my sake and your sake. He did it, that He might sanctify and cleanse us from sin, He might give us an example of how to be humble and how to live right, how to offer the other cheek, or go the second mile, or--or give the coat to the brother that needed it. He practiced what religion was, Jehovah's religion... He--He--He had it in Him. And there He was, going up the hill.
And I can see that old bumble bee of death, whirling around Him, looking Him over good. Said, "Look at there. Could God ever be that? Could that be Emmanuel? Certainly not, it could not be. He'd never let somebody spit in His face, and put a mocking crown of thorns over His head, and give Him a false scepter in His hand, and beat His back into a pulp. You know that's nothing but a prophet. He's done me a lot of trouble, so I'll certainly get him in a few minutes at Calvary."

L-46 Let me tell you, brother, when he made his buzz and stung Him at Calvary, something happened. When he anchored that stinger into Emmanuel's flesh... You know when a bee stings deep, he pulls his stinger out when he come. And when he stung that time, he stung more than a prophet, he stung Emmanuel. What was it? He left his stinger in there.
Today, to the Christian believer that comes under that blood that he shed there at Calvary, under the Divine fellowship, the real full Gospel Pentecostal fellowship, with the Pentecostal blessings, and Pentecostal signs, and Pentecostal live, Pentecostal attributes... When you come under that, death doesn't have any stinger any more. It can buzz and buzz.


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