<TITLE>12. Par 43-46</TITLE>L-43 I said, "Oh, my. If that's the least sin I got," I said, "then I'm going to go in all right." I said, "I brag too much on Jesus?" I said, "Sister, if I was fifty people, this one, I couldn't brag enough on Him if I bragged day and night. I couldn't say too much for Him. No matter what I'd say, it still--it's more than that. The half has never yet been told, after it's been two thousand years trying it." I said, "The half has never yet been told. What would you..."
She said, "Well, you said you believe the Bible."
I said, "I do."
She said, "If I'll prove to you by your Bible that He was nothing but a man," she said, "will you--will you accept it?"
I said, "If the Bible says that."
She said, "All right. I'll prove to you that He wasn't Divine, like you said He was."
I said, "All right. I want to hear you."
And she said, "In Saint John, the 11th chapter when Jesus went to the grave of Lazarus, the Bible said He wept." And said, "He could not be Divine and weeping."

L-44 And I made a little rude remark to her. I hope you don't think it's sacrilegious, but I told her, I said, "Lady, is that your Scripture?"
She said, "That's where I'm standing."
I said, "That's weaker than the broth made out of a shadow of a chicken that starved to death." I said, "Why, you'll never... That's... Why, you don't mean to say such a thing as that. Why," I said, "He was both God and man. When He was on the road down to Lazarus' grave, He wept. That's true. That was the human part of Him. But when He stood there, straightened His little shoulders up, and said, 'Lazarus, come forth,' and a man had been dead four days stood on his feet, and lived again, tell me where a man can do that? That was God, speak in Him." It was true.

L-45 He was hungry one time for food, looked all over a tree to find something to eat, was hungry, and cursed the tree because it had no figs on it. But when He took five biscuits and two fish, and fed five thousand, and took up five basketfuls, that was more than a man. That was God in that man. Oh, yes.
That was a Man that night on the sea, where He'd preached till His mouth was parched, and His body was tired, and ten thousand devils of the sea swore they'd drown Him that night in that little old ship tossed about like a bottle stopper out there in a storm. That was a man laying there asleep. But when He was aroused up, put His foot upon the brail of the boat, looked up, and said, "Peace. Be still," and the winds and the waves obeyed Him, that was more than a man. That was God. Certainly was.

L-46 It was a man that cried on the cross for mercy, "I thirst. Give me drink." It was a man crying there. But on the third day, when He took the keys of death, hell, and the grave, and broke every Roman seal, and rose up again... Why, sure.
No wonder the poet 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!
Right. He was Divine. Emmanuel, that's Who He is. That's Who He is tonight, the same yesterday, today, and forever. If He isn't the same tonight, He wasn't then. That's right. He is tonight as He was then, always will be the same. Yes. Now, there He was. God was manifesting Himself, showing to Peter, James, and John what He had required of Israel.


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