<TITLE>12. Par 100-106</TITLE>L-100 We're trying to build super things. Now, it's all rotten; it's all dust; it'll all return to the dust. So man desires to see a super sign.
And God said one time, "I'm going to give them a super Sign. I'm going to give them people a super Sign."
The Jews want signs. Everybody wants signs. And they want signs. The world today wants signs. They're trying to make their own signs. But God give them a Sign. That's right. The zigzag lightning on a black, stormy night, shows that there can be light in the time of darkness. That's right.
God said, "I'm going to give them a Sign: a virgin shall conceive." How humble He made it. This is a super Sign. "A virgin shall conceive and bear a Child, a Son, and His Name shall be called Emmanuel, 'God with us.'" There is the super Sign.

L-104 How striking it ought to be, that God Himself would become a Baby. How that God so loved the world, that's one of the greatest Scriptures there is, how that, "The love of God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son; whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have Eternal Life." The very dust that He created on the earth, He become that dust. How striking it ought to be: God, Emmanuel, changing His cast from God to a Man, stretching His tent from the stars of heaven to live here on earth with filthy creatures as we are. The love of God, how that He would do it...
How striking it ought to be to the sinner to know that little Jehovah crying in a mother's arms, little Jehovah, not come in the polish of an Angel. He come as Abraham's Seed. He come as a man. He never come down the golden corridors of heaven. If it would, it'd be for the rich. But He was born in a manger, so poor He had to borrow a womb to be borned in. And when He left, He had to borrow a grave to be buried in: Jehovah, Emmanuel, a super Sign. Amen.

L-106 God sent prophets; He sent signs; He sent everything, but said, "I'll give you the super Sign now, the great Sign: Me, Myself, I'm coming down to dwell among you, be called Emmanuel." It ought to strike the people: Himself made flesh and dwelled among us, borned in a dirty, stinking stable; little Jehovah, not laying in a pink basket in a hospital room, but in a stinking manger over a manure pile in a barn: Emmanuel, the Creator of heavens and earth with swaddling cloth on. Hallelujah. Little Jehovah playing as a kid, Jehovah as a teenager, Jehovah as a carpenter, it ought to be striking; but it's so dull the world misses it a million miles.


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