<TITLE>32. Par 268-275</TITLE>L-268 Finally when they got Him down there one day, and they took a rag and put around His face like this; I imagine an old dirty scarf, and got--fold it around His head: and setting there, bleeding and hurt: morning, cold wind blowing. They already whipped Him, and blood running over His shoulders; they throwed something around Him like that; and that blood sticking to His back, and setting there, and a crown of thorns pulled down over His face like that. And blood, and spit from the soldiers, all over His face, setting there. Wasn't that an awful-looking sight? (O God.)
You say, "Well, if I'd have been there; I'd done something about it." Well, why don't you do something about it now? 'Cause if you... You'd have done the same thing you do now.

L-270 There He was, setting there, mocked and spit on. There's the disciples standing back, saying, "Oh, my, could it have been? That Man, He could call a dead man out of the grave, and look at Him there." But he failed to know the Scriptures. That's what it is. See?
And so, blood and spit on His face. They put a rag around His eyes and said, "You know, they tell me he had spiritual discernments, you know. He's a prophet. He could tell the people. He told the woman at the well of her sins. And he told Simon that his father's name was Jonas, and all about that. Let's see if He can, what he can do now."
They said, "We'll give him a little trial." That was the devil working in them people. They put the rag over His eyes like that; they got a stick and hit Him on top of the head with it, said, "If you're a prophet, tell us who hit you." He never even opened His mouth; He just set there.
Satan said, "You know that can't be the... That--that can't be God."
That's the same thing that old denomination says today, "That bunch of holy-rollers, that can't be God." But they don't know. They don't know. See? "That can't be God doing them things; that's mental telepathy. They're--they're fortunetellers." They just didn't get it; that's all.

L-275 So they started--started up the hill, put that robe around Him. The only clothes He ever had, I guess, when He was a man, Mary and Martha fixed Him a little robe; wove throughout, without seam. They put it over His back. And there was them little spots on His coat as He went up the hill, dragging, bumping that old cross. And His little, frail body going along, them whipping Him, and everything else, getting Him to go on like that. That old cross, "bumpity-bump," and His shoulders rubbing, and He'd stagger, and He'd go on.
Them little spots got bigger and bigger, till after while they all come to one big spot. Old Satan come up, you know, in the form of a bee, that death, you know, and said, "Ah, ah, ah. That? God wouldn't do that." Said, "He's just a man; he was putting on." He still thinks that. See? "He's just putting on, so I'll just sting Him. If He was God he couldn't die. So I--I'll sting Him and see about it, like that. I'll--I'll give him a try."


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