<TITLE>18. Par 48-50</TITLE>L-48 Brother, we've had a lot of spiritual drafts; a lot of coldness has struck the church. It'll take more than coon grease to open our eyes, it'll take God's Holy Spirit and His eye salve to open the eyes. We've had so much theology: "The days of miracles is passed. There is no such of a thing as Divine healing; it's only mental telepathy. Don't hear nothing about it. Don't you have them in your town. They're this, that, and the other." It'll take more than coon grease to open our eyes, that's had that kind of a draft to hit it.
But God's got grease that'll do it. Yes, sir, it'll do it. Then when He opened your eyes, you'll be like Gehazi was with Elisha was at Dothan. You remember that night that the old prophet went down there, and slept. And the Syrian army was--come over and surrounded the whole city. And Gehazi woke up with his servant, looked out and there was, just all around the city was just nothing but soldiers, arms. And there laid the old, bald-headed, long-whiskered prophet laying there asleep. He shook him and said, "My father, my father, wake up quick. We're surrounded. We've been trapped."
I can see the old prophet get up; his eyes was open. Got up and looked around, "Yeah, I see them, but there's more with us than there is with them." There's more with us than there is critics.
Looked around, Gehazi still had--needed a massage in his eyes. Said, "I don't see nothing but Syrians."

L-49 The old prophet stretched forth his hands, laid his hand upon him, and these signs will follow them that believe you know. And his eyes come open. He said, "Lord, let this man's eyes come open that he can see." And God opened up his eyes, and around that old prophet, all around over the mountains was chariots of fire, and Angels of fire. His eyes was open.
If we could only open our eyes to see this afternoon, setting around, standing around, moving up-and-down the aisles, Angels of God, the Holy Spirit. Hallelujah. Moving around through the audience, you'd see there's more with us than there is with them. God open our eyes. Open our heart. Open every door in our heart.
Say, "I stand and knock. If any man will hear My voice, and open, I'll come in and sup with him."

L-50 Let's go back a little bit. Some nineteen hundred years ago... We'll close. Let's put ourselves in a little room on the street Straight that leads--led up towards Golgotha. And I hear something coming. Sounds like a knock on the door: bump, bump, bump, like someone's knocking at the door. We go to the door and open the door. It's nobody exactly at the door, but yet, it is a knock. But it's an old rugged cross coming down the cobblestone, dragging out the bloody footprints of the Bearer: bump, bump, bump, Oh, it ought to go way down today, and you ought to feel it. On His shoulder it was rubbing: bump, bump. Look like anybody would open the door to that, a Man dying, that knowed no sin, yet was made sin for us. Making a way to that bumping... Oh God, let that bump open every heart in here, this afternoon. Bump, bump, as it goes along...


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