<TITLE>09. Par 36-39</TITLE>L-36 Just reminds me. It's just come springtime. I watch the birds building their nests. And I think of an old mother bird. She can build her nest, and get upon it, lay her eggs. But if that old mother bird hasn't been with the male bird, they'll never hatch. Them eggs, no matter how good she treats them, how loyal she is, covers them with her wings, turns them over, does everything she can, and set there till she starves; them eggs will never hatch if she hasn't been with the male bird, 'cause they're not fertile.
That's the way with our organization religion. As long as we take in them sinners just as members of our church, you can baby them and make deacons out of them (and them married four or five times, and smoke, and drink, and gamble, and cheat, and lie), and put them deacons in the church, you can hover them, and do anything you want to. Until they come in contact with the Mate, Christ Jesus, they're a bunch of rotten eggs. The whole thing needs to be throwed out of the nest. They'll never hatch. The best thing to do is clean out the nest, start all over again. Get with the Mate Christ Jesus. Then there won't be so much differences, super denominations, greatest. "We belong to the So-and-so, this denomination. We're the greatest among them. We belong to this."

L-37 Now, they're asking you to a-merge it, bring it all into one. It will. It'll do it. That's what the people want, something super, everybody to say, "Well, I belong to the certain-certain church. It's the biggest one in the world, biggest denomination." Sure. They like that, 'cause it's super.
All these things failed. The Titanic sunk. The Maginot line blowed up. Nimrod's tower crumbled over. Babylon went down. And the denominations died, they're history dust.

L-38 Hallelujah. They've always wanted a sign. God said, "I will give them one." Brother, the--the forked lightning in the black sky at night shows that there can be light in the time of darkness. God said, "I'll give them a sign, not a polished-up tower, not an ecclesiastical tower. I'll give them a sign, and it'll be an everlasting sign, an eternal sign, one that you won't have to keep building onto. It'll be an everlasting, a super sign. A virgin shall conceive." Oh, my.
All their great polished towers, and schools, and--and lines, and ships, and everything else, but God said, "I'm going to give them a sign, and it's going to be a super sign, an eternal sign, an everlasting sign. A virgin shall conceive." Amen.
What is it? Supernatural. It's a super sign, not a polished-up affair, but a super sign: God manifested in flesh, little Jehovah born in a manger over a manure pile, little Jehovah crying like a baby, little Jehovah playing in the streets. But it's a super sign. Amen. Though it be talked about, yet it's God's super sign, an eternal sign.

L-39 He did not come with a salute of heaven: God let the corridors down, and down the banisters come Angelic hosts to the yard of Caiaphas; and they all played bands, and the Angels danced around on the earth. He come by the way of a barn, a stable. But it was a sign.
Not everybody saw it. But those who were ordained to see it saw it. God shows His super signs to those who are born to see it. They didn't see it. Thousands lived in the days of Jesus never heard about Him, tens of thousands, millions, that never knowed nothing about Him.


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