<TITLE>16. Par -</TITLE>L-24-3 Another thing He said, "I am the Light of the world." Tell me a priest could say that. Tell me a denomination can say that. Tell me a creed that could say that. That's Wonderful.
"I am the Truth." Oh, my. Our creeds are a million miles from Truth. The creed cannot make God manifest. The creed cannot... Just like Elijah said on top of Mount Carmel, "If God be God, let Him answer." The creed won't do it. No, sir. But God will do it. Who is God? The Word, the Word made manifest. He'll do it.
"I am the Light of the world. I am the Truth that's in the world. I am the Way." No other way but Him. That's all. Don't go through a creed, "Come to Me." See? "I am the Way, the Light, the Truth." All that He was, them's Wonderful words that He said. "I am the Way. I am the Truth. I am the Light. I am the--I am the First. I am the Last. I am the Beginning. I am the End. I'm He that was, which is, and shall come. I'm the Root and Offspring of David. I'm the Morning Star. I'm Alpha to Omega. I'm All. I and My Father are One. He dwells in Me; I'm Him; He's Me."
They said, "You being a man make yourself God?"
Oh, like He said to the Pharisees one time, "You do err not knowing the Word of God, neither the power of God. You do err by not knowing Him." Certainly.
Wonderful words, Wonderful.

L-25-2 Let's think about wonderful works one time. What did He do? What was He that Isaiah said He'd be Wonderful? When he got calling Him all the names he could: Counselor, Prince of Peace, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, all this, he said, "He's just Wonderful." Wonderful words... Now we're going to talk about Wonderful works for a minute.
What works did He do that was wonderful? One day there was a funeral possession coming from Nain. A widow with her only son, dead, laying on a bier, stiffened out, corpse, embalmed, going down to the grave to be buried... He had traveled all the way from Nazareth, His feet sore, dusty, tired, weary. And He heard that crying; He looked. Coming down the road, there come a little widow, wailing. Her boy, her only son laid on that stretcher, dead. Worked out there that he passed by where Jesus was. And death and Life can't come together, you know. One's got to go. He said, "Stop the bier," walked over and touched the boy; and the life that--that was in the boy, that had been gone maybe two days, returned back. I can just see the shroud begin to move, see the people begin to look; and a man that was dead, raised up on his feet, walked over, and put his arms around his mother, perhaps. That's the works of God. Wonderful, wasn't it? Sure was.

L-25-4 I can see Jairus, a little priest, been a nice man. He believed Jesus, but he had to keep it still on account of his associates. So many secret believers today like that, they're afraid to get put out of their church (See?): cowards. God can't use that. God wants a man that can stand there. If it takes death, seal it. Don't fear him who destroys the body, but Him that destroys the body and sends the soul to hell.


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