<TITLE>18. Par 56-59</TITLE>L-56 Now, we find him... Here he is going around telling everybody, "Yep. I'm not going to die. I--I'm not going to die until I see the Lord's Christ."
I can hear the congregation saying, "Poor old Simeon. It's such a pity, poor old fellow. You know, he's kinda little bit... He's got one foot in the grave right now, eighty something years old, ready to die. And look, even plumb back from the day of Adam they looked for the Christ. Look. David looked for Him, sang of Him. Prophets prophesied of Him, and all this. And here, this old man... Now, we're farther away from it than we ever was in all of our life, and here this old man with one foot in the grave, just about to go... And here he goes around, amongst the people saying, 'Nope. I'm not going to die until I see the Lord's Christ. It's right at hand.'"
"How do you know?"
"The Holy Ghost told me so." He was expecting it. That's right. Expect it to be done.

L-57 Well, if you--if you expect it to be done, then it's going to be done. Just like a... I've often said, "When the deep calls to the deep..." David said, "At the noise of the--of Thy waterspouts--the deep calling to the deep." There's something about--something that you long, something's in your heart.
I--I love to--a scenes... I love hunting. I'd go up in the mountains, since I was a little boy, climb up there, and watch that sun go down of a evening, watch it rise in the morning. See that great eye of God look like could move across through there.
Watch springtime coming now, and the little seeds that was buried under that snow here a few weeks ago, bursted, run out, the pulp run out of them. There's nothing left, no seed, no pulp, no stalk, no petal, no nothing left of that flower. The--the... Even the seed, it fell off of it. Do you know God has a funeral procession for His flowers? Did you know that? Sure.

L-58 The little... The frost hits the little flower, young or old; it bows it's little head and dies; that's death. And out of that little flower drops a little black seed on the ground. Then here comes September, October, comes along then; the tear drops begins to fall out of them October rains, you know, and buries it in the ground: a funeral procession. See?
And it lays there all through the winter and rots. And--and then the freeze comes and bursts that little seed open; the pulp runs out of it. And you might get a handful of that dirt and take it down to the laboratory; you couldn't take any chemicals in the world and ever find that germ of life in there. But it's there somewhere. That's right.
It's hid; you can't find it. But just let the--the sun... The sun brings forth all botany life. Now, when that sun begins to shine, that life will come forth again.

L-59 I tell you what; you go out here and lay your concrete walk this--this year; just lay it down through the yard. And where's your grass the thickest at the next year? Where's it? Where's it any time? Right around the edge of the walk. Why is it? It's that life that's laying under that concrete. And when that sun... Don't shade it from it. When that sun begins to shine, that life will work its way right around, till it gets out to the end of that sidewalk and stick its head up to praise God. Why? The sun's a shining.
It's a master; it's a life-giver to all botany life. It... No matter where it's at, it'll shine forth again. That life will just keep working its way, working its way, working its way till it finally gets out of there to raise its head and glorify God. Then how can anybody not believe in the resurrection? Oh, when that, not s-u-n of God, but S-o-n of God, Eternal Life...
You might bury me in the sea; you could bury me under anything you want to, but when that S-o-n begins to shine forth at His coming, everyone that's dead in Him and has Eternal Life will rise and go with Him, just as certain as I'm standing in this pulpit tonight. That's right.


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