<TITLE>18. Par 74-77</TITLE>L-74 I said, "All right, let's carry the subject on. I'll admit that He was a man. But He was a God man." I said, "He went to the grave of Lazarus; He wept like a man. But when He stood there and pulled them little shoulders together, and said, 'Lazarus, come forth.' And a man that'd been dead four days, his nose had already fell in, the skin worms eating in his body. His soul was four day's journey somewhere."
"I don't know, and I don't believe you do either. But his soul had been gone from him for four days. His body... Corruption had set in. And He said, 'Lazarus, come forth.' And a man that had been dead four days stood on his feet and lived again."
Brother, that was more than a man to do that. That was God in a man. Sure, He was a man when He come down off the mountain that day, hungry, looking around on the trees to find some figs to eat. He was hungry. He was hungry like a man. But when He took five little biscuits and two fishes and fed five thousand people, that was more than a man. That was God in a man, Who could break that bread and multiply loaves and cook fish, produce it. That's right. He was more than a man.

L-75 And it is true, He was a man when He was laying out there on that boat that night, that storm come up. Ten thousand devils of the sea swore they'd drowned Him. He was so tired from seeing visions and praying for the sick. And the little old boat, like a bottle stopper out there, bouncing up-and-down. The devil saying, "We got Him now. He's asleep." He was a man when He was tired, sleeping.
But when He put His foot on the brail of the boat and looked up and said, "Peace, be still," and the winds and the waves obeyed Him. That was more than a man. That was God speaking through that man.
He was a man when He cried at Calvary, "My God, why has Thou forsaken Me?" He was a man when He was crying for mercy. But on that third day, when He broke the seals of death, hell, and the grave, and rose up, He proved He was God. No wonder the poets... It's inspired the life of every poet or every author that ever wrote a song. Any man that ever amounted to a hill of beans believed that to be the truth.

L-76 Eddie Perronet, when he was in his great time, and they was persecuting him, he wrote the song,
 All hail the power of Jesus' name!
 Let angels prostrate fall;
 Bring forth the royal diadem,
 And crown Him Lord of all;
 One other one wrote,
 All hail the power of Jesus' name!
 Let angels prostrate fall...
Oh, my! How could you...
On Christ the solid rock I stand;
All other grounds is sinking sands.
What could I say? Old blind Fanny Crosby, what did you think about it? She said,
 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
 Hear my humble cry;
 While on others Thou art calling,
 Do not pass me by.
 For Thou are the Stream of all my comfort,
 More than life to me.
 Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
 Or Whom in heaven but Thee?

L-77 Let it be whatever it might be, Cherubim or--of God, whom in heaven but Thee?
And one said,
 Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me.
 Buried, He carried my sins far away;
 Rising, He justified freely forever:
 Someday He is coming--oh, glorious day!
It's the hope of the Church. God in His Son, reconciling the world to Himself.
You believe God is in His universe? God is in His Word; God is in His Son. Now, God in His people and we'll... closing.
Can you see Him in His universe? see Him in His Word? see Him in His Son? Now, let's look at Him in His people.


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