<TITLE>18. Par 202-212</TITLE>L-202 I said, "Why, you, look here. Let me show you something." I said, "He was a Man, but you fail to see He was more than a Man." I said, "He was a man when He was crying. He was a man when He stood there, and a little stooped shoulders, over, when, the Bible said, 'There was no beauty we should desire Him.' He was a man standing there like that, weeping. But when He pulled that little shoulder up, looked up towards Heaven, He said, 'Lazarus, come forth,' and a man that been dead four days stood on his feet and lived again, that was more than a Man. Man cannot do that. That was God in His Son."

L-203   You believe that? [Congregation says, "Amen."--Ed.] Yes, sir. His...

L-204 That dead man, why, he was mortified. Other words, he was rotten. Said, "He stinketh." His soul was four-day's journey somewhere. We'll not argue about that, wherever it was. But whatever it was, corruption knew its Master. Hallelujah! And the soul knew its Creator and its Lover. And a soul that was gone from a rotten body, four days, stood on their feet and lived again. Tell me a man can do that? That was God in His Son, doing that.

L-205 I will admit that He was a Man, hungry, when He come down from Jerusalem that night, looking around, over a tree, trying to find something to eat. He was a Man. That's right. But when He took five biscuits and two fish, and fed five thousand, taken up twelve baskets, that was more than a Man. That was God, the Creator, standing there. He could turn water into wine. He could take biscuits and multiply food, and fish. God was in His Son, absolutely. Yes.

L-206   He was a Man when He was laying on that little old boat that night, and it flopping up-and-down. So tired from seeing visions, and virtue going out, and preaching the Gospel, healing the sick, and being criticized by everybody, He went back in the back of the ship and laid down. That was a Man laying back there, asleep. At that time, ten thousand devils of the sea swore they'd drowned Him that night. There He was, so tired He couldn't move. Even the waves couldn't even wake Him up. The little boat, like a bottle stopper on an angry sea, still didn't wake Him up. He was a Man. He was sleepy. He was tired. He was wore out.

L-207 But when once aroused, walked out and looked upon His disciples, said, "Oh, ye of little faith," put His foot up on the brail the boat. Looked up, said, "Peace, be still." And the winds and the waves obeyed Him. That was more than a Man speaking from there. That was God speaking out of His Son. Yes, sir. God was in His Son. I believe He was Divine. That's true.

L-208   He died at the cross, crying for mercy. He died, calling for a drink of water. He died, calling for mercy. He was a Man when He died.

L-209 But on that third day, when that prophecy was fulfilled, "I'll not leave His soul in hell; neither will I suffer my Holy One to see corruption." All devils in hell... He come forth with the keys of death, hell, and the grave. He rose and ascended on High, and give gifts unto men. That was more!

L-210   Every man that's ever amounted to a hill of beans believed that, too; poets, and authors, and--and all prophets through the age. We could interview some of them.

L-211 What if I could call Eddie Perronet here tonight, off the scene? He couldn't sell his songs. Nobody would buy them. One day the Holy Spirit struck him, and he grabbed his pen, and he wrote.
All hail the power of Jesus' Name,
Let Angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

L-212 Yes, sir. He's Lord of all. He believed that God was in Him.
Oh, when I hear another say:
When I survey the wondrous cross
Whereon the Prince of Glory died,
I count all my fame to be but loss.
Another one wrote:
Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever;
Someday He's coming, O glorious day!


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