<TITLE>26. Par 243-254</TITLE>L-243 Jesus with dirty feet, and nobody paying any attention to it. And today He packs a dirty name as a holy-roller, something or another like that, and men ain't got the gall to stand up for Him.
This consecrated cross I'll bear,
Till death shall set me free,
I'll take the way with the Lord's despised few,
I've started in with Jesus,
O Lord, You take me through. (Take me through, Lord, no matter what it costs.)
I have, like Jacob, a pillow, a stone. What difference does it make? What He did for me.
And this poor prostitute there, crying, weeping. And the first thing you know, here stood the Simon, the big guy that ought... got Him to come down, said, "Uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm. That shows whether He's a prophet or not, he'd know what kind of a woman it was." That hypocrite.

L-246 So after she got through... And Jesus never moved His feet; He just set and looked at her and watched her. Oh, I like that. It's not the big things that we do; it's the little things we leave undone sometimes. He watched her, just watched her set there. Nobody was paying any attention to Him; finally, her in there crying and washing His feet, kind of paid attention to it, got the attraction of the people. And He just watched her; He never said a word.
Old Simon standing back there, said, "Uhm. See whether he's a prophet or not, don't you? Told you. Told you. If he was a prophet, he'd know who that woman was. You see, we were the great church here. You see, we'd know so. We know he's not a prophet, He'd know it."

L-248 After he... After she got through, them tears of repentance running down her face, washed Jesus' feet. He... I believe He felt a little refreshed.
O God, I'd liked to have been there. I would've washed them again. Yes, sir.
Boy, wouldn't a woman have a hard time wiping the feet with her hair today? She'd have to stand on her head to do it to get enough hair to wipe it. 'Cause she cut it all off.

L-251 But there, Jesus' feet, nobody paying... (critical), setting disgraced, that stink on His feet. She washed Him. After He got--after He got through, He looked down at her as if to say, "All right."
Looked over, said, "Simon, I got something to say to you. You invited Me here, and you never met Me at the door. You didn't give Me any water to wash My feet with. You never anointed My head when I come in, take the parch of the sun off of Me. You never give Me any kiss of welcome when I come in. But this poor woman (Oh, my.), this outsider, a prostitute on the street, she had no water to wash My feet, and she washed them with her tears. She had nothing to wipe them off with, so she took her hair; she wiped them. She's continually kissed My feet. Now, I want to say to you: her sins, which were many, are forgiven her." That's right, never said nothing about his. "Your sins, which are many, are forgiven."

L-253 And today when Jesus; standing outside the door of the Pentecostal organizations, Baptist organizations, Methodist organizations, trying to get back in with Pentecost again, and the people are passing Him by. After you--your worldliness and things has pushed Him out of the church, He's standing, trying, crying to get back in again. And, oh, it's the most pathetic thing I ever seen in my life. Had no need of Him. Him, outside, knocking, trying to get in. That's the same thing He's trying to do. Why? Why? He was outside.

L-254 They never throwed Him out. They still sang of Him, preached about Him, but had never missed Him in their presence. That's right. They were going right on. Why? They were nearsighted. They was looking at their big building. They were rich. They were looking at the great organization they belonged to, trying to build it up, getting more members to come in, and they didn't miss Him. No, no. They didn't miss speaking in tongues. They didn't miss the great, powerful messages of God Who cuts down to the heart and circumcises the heart, tears off the things of the world and shucks you like a piece of corn. Oh, they...


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