<TITLE>14. Par 52-54</TITLE>L-52 They thought, "Surely, that can't be God to let somebody pull the beard out of His face and hawk with drunken spit of a soldier, and spit in His face, and that be God, and Him stand there and not say a word about it? Said, "That couldn't be God. Why, God would smite Him dead." See, He just don't know the nature of God.
A lot of people tries to be, "I'm So-and-so," step out like that. That's not God. The way down is up. See, see? You want... His humility proved to me He was God, what He was; humble, sweet.
Now, the devil thought that wasn't God. Let's take a look at Him just as we, we're watching. Watch how death met Him and what happened to death.
"How could that be God, being a Man? Why, He was born down there out of holy wedlock. His mother probably had that baby by Joseph, this old man forty-five years old, and her sixteen. Why, he was the father of four or five children and then go ahead and marry this young girl. Why, that baby was born out of holy wedlock, that's how they had...?... (That's exactly the way the people believed it. Born under... out of holy wedlock: they believed that, a illegitimate child.) How could that be God? It couldn't be God?"

L-53 So I see Him going up the hill, let's--let's go to Jerusalem for the next three minutes or five. We're talking, I hear a noise. Let's go look out the window, raise it up. I hear something going, bump, bump, bump. It's an old cross coming up the street. He had one garment on His back wove throughout without a seam. A howling mob... I see a little woman, running out in front, say, "What has He done but heal your sick, make gentlemen out of your criminals? What has He done but brought us hopes of life?"
A big rough hand smacked her across the street, said, "Would you listen to that woman instead of your bishop, your priest?"
"What's He done?"
Look at Him, He was little, a cross dragging. I see some little red spots on the back of His coat, that He's got across his shoulder. What are they? On up the hill He goes. Them big spots begin to come bigger and bigger, larger. And after while, they all run into one big spot, splash now. It's blood, dragging the footprints out, as He comes up.

L-54 I can see the bee of death say, "You want me to go now, Satan?"
"Yeah, he--he... That's not God. He's not even a prophet. He wouldn't stand that. He'd curse that bunch of people if he was a prophet."
"That's not him, go on bee, sting him. Anchor him. We've got Him now." I can see that bee of death begin to hum around Him, buzz around him.
Brother, anybody knows an insect that has a stinger like a bee, if it ever stings deep, it don't have no stinger no more. He stuck his stinger in the wrong flesh then. He stuck it in Emmanuel's flesh.
The bee of death stung Him. Death met God. Since then he don't have any stinger. He pulled his flesh. He depowered him. He couldn't sting no more.


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