<TITLE>32. Par -</TITLE>L-52-2 A pretty little woman about twenty-three years old, something like that, her hair hanging down, her little face looking up like that, the look in her eyes, expectation; she'd seen that man that'd been totally blind for about forty years, his eyes come open on the platform. She knew if God could open blinded eyes, He could heal her baby. There she lay there, a little stiff thing laying under a blanket like that, just soaking wet. She'd been standing there all morning and that afternoon too. There it was about eleven o'clock--ten o'clock that night, something like that, holding that baby out. You seen the article in Christian Business Men's. There holding that baby like that...
I said, "Heavenly Father, I do not know what this means. I'm just Your servant, but I seen that baby standing there; it was alive. I lay my hands upon it in the Name of the Lord Jesus.
Said, "Waa." It begin to cry. The mother grabbed the baby and started screaming, and the people started screaming out through here, and women fainting, and things.
I said, "Don't you say nothing about that. Send a runner with that baby--with that mother, and go to that doctor, and let him sign a statement that that baby died. It died of pneumonia the morning before that and--or that morning at nine o'clock." And we got the signed statement by the doctor; the baby was pronounced dead in the doctor's office that morning, and the mother packed it around all day. What was it? An absolute.
What was it? She believed if God could open blinded eyes, why, God could raise the dead, for He's the same yesterday, today, and forever. I wasn't sure; I didn't know till I seen. And when I saw the baby, it was an absolute. Absolutely right. There it was. Death has to give up its victim.

L-53-2 Here went the Son of God; that bee of death begin to buzz around Him. "Aw, how could He be a prophet. How could He stand there and let--spit in his face? How could he stand there and let them make fun of him and not do something about it. That isn't Emmanuel. That's just an ordinary man. Look at the drunken slobbers from them drunken soldiers. Look at his face bleeding."
The devil said, "I'll get him. I'll get him." Here he come like a bee, the sting of death, buzzing around Him. But, brother, when that bee ever anchored its stinger in that Emmanuel, when he come out, he lost his stinger.
Even death itself... No wonder Paul later could look in the face of it and say, "Oh, death, where is your stinger; grave, where is your victory? Thanks be to God, Who giveth us the victory." Christ's death was the absolute to every man that feared it.
My heart says "amen" to every word in His Book. I'm closing, sure enough now. I just got to cut this off. See?

L-53-6 That's why I know the Holy Spirit is my Compass that guides me. He is the One that makes me know this Word is true; He is my Absolute; He is my Sunshine; He's my Life; He's my Anchor. When troubles are on, He's my North Star. When I'm lost, the Holy Spirit is my Compass that guides me back to the place.
Denominations are like other stars; they shift with the world. Other stars shift as the world shifts, but not the North Star. The world can shift where it wants to, but it stays put. Oh, brother. The North Star is anchored. The others shift around; you can see them here and there, and everywhere else. That's the way with the denominational churches. But Christ is the absolute. He's the One you can put confidence in. When the denominations got you all twisted up, just look at the North Star. The Holy Spirit is your Compass.


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