<TITLE>14. Par 64-68</TITLE>L-64 Now, the poor people couldn't come to these feasts. But you know, they'd come to the fence. They'd smell that aroma, and their stomachs would just growl. They wanted something to eat so bad, but they couldn't come in. These rich had it, and they kept it. It was just for the rich.
So she looked around. She walked down. Directly, she smelled something. Her poor little old empty stomach begin to cry for something. "Umm. Oh, that's right. I remember on the advertisement, the Bishop Pharisee up there is having his great annual meeting. Well, I guess there'll be nothing for me to do today but walk around." Now, she was an outcast from anyone, you know. So she...
Now, let's watch her. She slips up close. And she had to be careful not to get around where other people was (they'd see her), 'cause they'd pick up a stone and run her away. So a lot of that self-styled Phariseeism goes today too. That's right. They need a hand out. Remember from whence you came from too (See?), before you cast the stone at somebody else. See?

L-65 Now, there I see her as she walks up towards the gate. Poor little fellow was hungry. She could smell that roasted lamb, and, oh, how she'd like to have eaten it. And she got back behind the crowd. Walking around, she could smell it. And she at least could enjoy smelling the aroma as the air blew it out from the big barbecue pits in there. And she could hear Pharisee above all of them. "Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Bishop, I want to ask you something." And, "Doctor, come over here," you know.
And so, she listened at them for a few minutes. And she walked on by a little farther. She got up on a little place, a little high, so she could see over their heads. She begin to look around over in the yard, and she seen all the guests, how pretty and groomed they was, and how their clothes just, one...?... And the priest, with all of his lace gowns and everything, standing there, and how wonderful they was.

L-66 And look, hanging around there, poor little hungry children hanging on to the fence, crying for something to eat... Look at a little old weak mother standing there, holding a little baby, and her lips quivering, and her mouth watering for something to eat. And them in there, going on the way they were going.
And, you know, all at once, her eyes caught a sight. There's something about Him. I don't know. If your eyes ever catch a glimpse of Him, you know it, that is, if you're ordained to life. Yes. Otherwise, you can look right across Him and never pay no attention to it. But if you've been ordained to life, the first view, He's different.

L-67 She looked. She said, "That little Fellow, setting over there, you know, there's something about Him that's--that's different. What is there about that Man? Who is He, wonder? Why, He's not even washed. How did He get in there? He had to be invited, or He could not have come. And there He is, setting there, and not made welcome. His feet's dirty. And look, everybody's just..." His disciples couldn't come; they wasn't invited. They had to stay outside.
She moves on, and I listen at her. She hears a conversation. And it was one of the disciples, said, "Wonder why they haven't groomed our Master. There He sets there."

L-68 And she begin to put two and two together. "That must be that Prophet. That must be the One that they drug that woman of my kind before Him, and asked for to stone him to death--or stone her to death. And He said, 'The first one without sin, cast the first stone.' Oh, this is my opportunity." What a difference from that paid courier. "This is my opportunity. There He is. If I could only get to Him; but He's fenced off from me."
There's a many a hungry heart in Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Catholic, and all, fenced off from Him with creeds. "If I could only get to Him."


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