<TITLE>19. Par 70-73</TITLE>L-70 And the tears begin to drop off on Jsus' feet, and she didn't have nothing to wipe them with. So hanging her head down, crying, her--her pretty curls that she had all done up on top of her head, you know, like this, fell down. She begin to wash His feet with her hands and wipe with her--her hair. Some of our Pentecostal sisters, bobbing all their pretty hair off, have to stand on their head to get enough hair to wash His feet, to wipe them. Right.
But He--she, even in her condition... Don't condemn her. She took her hair, begin to wipe His feet. She'd look up. Oh, if He'd have moved a foot, if she... If He would've batted an eye, she'd have gone out of there. But Jsus, when you're trying to do something for Him, He just lets you do it. I love that. He just set still and looked at her. And she tried to say, "I--I..." and wiping His feet. What beautiful water to wash His feet: tears of repentance; better than He could have got from old Pharisee, old self-made denominational waters. He had waters of repentance; her great big briny tears striking his feet. Her, with her pretty hair just washing and wiping His feet, saying, "Oh, I can't say it." She was... "I--I..." and wiping His feet. Then it got so He just let... "Oh, I can't say it."

L-71 My, Jsus just watched her. After while she took the alabaster box out. She was ashamed to stand up to put it on His head. She thought, "If I can just set at His feet, that'll be good enough."
Some of you want to be the big shots. His feet's good enough for me. His Word is sufficient. As long as I know that I'm in Him, and His Word in me, that's good enough. When I get over there, if I can just put my hands on His feet, that's--that's enough. That'll be all right, that's all I ask. I think that's the way we all feel. Washing His feet, tears of water of repentance, that's what He wants His--His dirt washed off with: repentance, not penance, repentance.

L-72 Washing His feet, wiping them with her hair, directly she reached in nervously. She got the alabaster box, and she hit it, and she was so nervous. And she broke the end of it, poured it all upon His feet, and she was real nervous. And--and then she reached back, and begin to wipe His feet. [Brother Branham makes a kissing sound--Ed.] "I want to..." And she looked up.
She noticed His eyes was off of her then. What's going on all the time in the room? There's not a move made. What's the matter? Everything stopped. Oh, I can see that self--self-styled Pharisee, the meanest rascal in the country. Oh, he's red in the face. He's so humiliated. Somebody said, "Amen." Why, somebody say "Amen" in his church, "Hmmm." You disturb him. Little power of God... He happens to say a word... He made mistake somewhere, and said, "Jesus Christ come to save sinners." And somebody say, "Glory to God."
"Oh. Hummm. Ushers, put them out. Yeah, they disturb me." They disturb me when they don't say it.
So--so there... He was so humiliated, oh, plumb down to... Oh, he was just a... (I have to quit.) He was so humiliated. He was looking at Him, and he said within himself, nodding to them cardinals, "You see, I told you. If that man was a prophet, He would know what kind of a woman that was."

L-73 Sure, He did. She was a million times better off than him, though he was a church member. She was a prostitute. Shame on you miserable, poor, church members that knows no more about God than that. Humiliated, said, "I told you, told you. See? If He was a prophet, He was a prophet, He'd know that. He's no prophet."
But Jesus could discern his thoughts. So He raised Hisself up. The little woman stood, her hair hanging down her--over her shoulders, down about her waistline; the tears streaked down; and--and grease all over her mouth from kissing His feet; great, big, pretty brown eyes. Wonder what He's going to say? Looks down at her.


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