<TITLE>20. Par 79-82</TITLE>L-79 One more comment I might make, is this. You know what? Death met God one time. Did you know that? Death always... The devil never did believe (until He was dead) that that was the Son of God. He caught Him up on the mountain fasting, and he said, "If Thou be the Son of God, take these stones and make bread out of them." See? That same devil lives today.
You say, "If these... Divine healing's right, how about old Mr. Jones down here that sells papers. This old man in the wheelchair, go heal him." You see that devil?
When He was on the cross, he said, "If Thou be the Son of God, come down and we'll believe You." See?
Look when they put an old dirty rag, them drunken spits of the soldiers, hawking and spitting on His precious face, and pulling the beard out of His face, smacking Him from one side to the other. And then put an old dirty rag around His head and made a mock trial. And hit Him on the head with a stick and said, "Now, if you're a Prophet, tell us who--who You are--who hit you and we'll believe You."
He could've done it. But He said, "I do just as the Father shows Me."

L-80 What was it? He always believed that He... How could Satan say that that man could be God? A man that could take the challenge of a priest, and let a drunken soldier spit in His face... Today we got the wrong conception of power. Power is overcoming, returning good for evil, that's real power. That can love your enemy, do good to those that do evil to you. That's real power; that's God power. Yes.
Maniacs can break chains. But it takes a real man to return good for evil, from his heart, not because of religious duty, but from his heart.

L-81 Notice in closing. The devil said, "That's not the Son of God. He couldn't stand and let that spit hang in His face. And as many times as He's told these things and so forth, and predicted things, and they smack Him on the head with a reed, He would prove that He was the Son of God. He isn't the Son of God."
So in closing, let's take a little trip, a mental trip. Now, listen close. Let's go back to Jerusalem, nineteen hundred years ago. It was a strange odd morning, never was a morning like that morning. The sun come up, but it looked like very strange. Something was going on wrong.
Along about nine o'clock, we're standing in a room. I hear a mob screaming, some saying, "Away with Him."
I see a little woman run out in front of the mob and say, "What has He done? Tell me. What has He done? He's only healed your sick and brought hopes to the hopeless. What has He done to deserve this?" Who's she talking about?

L-82 I look behind; I hear something going, "Bump, bump, bump." Here's an old cross coming dragging down the street. Blood just dragging out, the cross is dragging His bloody footprints out, coming down the street, spit hanging over His face, Blood and spit mixed together, tears and grime running together, crown of thorns pulled down over His precious head: "Bump, bump."
The devil walking around saying, "Now, if He was the Son of God, He'd never put up with something like that."
After while, His little weak body fell. They laid the cross upon an Ethiopian. Here He goes up the hill. Look, I notice He's got a white garment on. But there's little red spots all over that white garment. What are they? As He goes up the hill, they get bigger, larger, larger, larger. After while they all run into one great big bloody splash, smacking up against His legs, going to Calvary.
I see Satan say, "Come on, death. We got him now. Come on, I command you, death," said Satan. "I have your control, you know. Sting Him. Because he's nothing but a man; He's just a man. He wouldn't put up with that." I can see that bee comes around, circling around Him, death, the sting of death.


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