<TITLE>19. Par 84-89</TITLE>L-84 She said, "In St. John, the 11th chapter, the Bible said that when Jesus went to the grave of Lazarus He wept. And if He was Divine, He could not weep."
I said, "Lady, your argument is thinner than the broth made out of the shadow of a chicken that's starved to death." I said, "You--you haven't got any...?... Yes," I said, "He was Divine." I said, "He was both God and man." Right. I said, "He was a man when He was weeping. But when He stood by the side of that tomb where a dead man had been dead four days, and said, 'Lazarus, stand on your feet,' and a man that had been dead four days come back (Glory.) that was more than a man." Sure was.
He was a man when He come off the hill that night, hungry, looking on a tree to find something to eat. He was a man when He was hungry. But when He could take five biscuits and two fish, and fed five thousand, that was more than a man. That was God, the Creator. Amen.

L-85 He was a man when He laid on the back of that ship that night, virtue had gone out of Him, His lips cracked from preaching, His voice hoarse, coarse. He was laying on that ship asleep, until ten thousand devils of the sea swore they'd drown Him that night, when they had Him laying there on a pillow in the back of the boat, and the waves a-flashing back and forth couldn't even wake Him up. He was a man when He was asleep. He was a man when He was tired.
But when they wakened Him, and He stood out there, and put His foot upon the brail of the boat, and looked up, and said, "Peace. Be still," and the winds and the waves obeyed Him, that was a--that was more than a man. That was God in that man. He was Divine. He was more than a prophet. He was a God-prophet: God in a man, Jehovah made flesh to take the sting out of death.

L-86 Notice. He was a man when He cried for mercy on the cross. That's right. But on Easter morning, when He broke the seals of death, hell, and the grave, and rose again, said, "I'm He that was dead, and alive forevermore," that was more than a man.
Everybody that's ever amounted to a hill of beans in this earth has been people who believed that, even to the poets. One said,
"Living, He loved me;
Dying, He saved me;
Buried He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever:
Someday He's coming--oh, glorious day."

L-87 Eddie Perronet, who wrote--being persecuted, wrote the inauguration song of his coming. He said,
"All hail the power of Jesus' Name!
Let Angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all."

L-88 That was--that was God made manifest in the flesh. Certainly. Blind Fanny Crosby, what can you say about Him? 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 the stream of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Or whom in heaven but Thee?" Amen.
He was more than a man. He was God. Yes, sir. Martha was persistent until she got what she asked for.

L-89 Here a few, about a year ago, one day I'd come in from the meetings, tired. I went down to speak at the little Tabernacle. A woman, may be setting here tonight... If she is, I want her to raise up. She was from here in California somewhere. They'd brought her in; she had a tumor that was out like this. The tumor weighed fifty or sixty pounds. She was a terrible looking sight. Men had to pack her in.
Usually at the Tabernacle, I'm real tired; I don't pray for the sick. I just come in, speak to the church, and went back. If I'm not mistaken, some of the brethren are setting here tonight, all the way from Jeffersonville that come down here, that helped pack the woman around. They said... I went out through the back door. She was persistent. They told her; they said, "Brother Branham don't pray for the sick when he comes in like this. He's too tired. We don't call him. Wait a few days."
She said, "I can't."


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