<TITLE>27. Par 217-225</TITLE>L-217   Dear God, that's all that I know to say at this time. We are approaching Christmas, the streets are crowded with man and women, boys and girls, pushing, shoving, trying to buy a present to return to someone who would give them likewise. Many people who call themselves Christians are out on the streets buying cigarettes, liquor, for Christmas presents. God, it looks like they're throwing it right back in Your face, teaching their children of some fiction, Roman, pagan theology of a Saint Nicholas, some myth that's easy accepted by the world, and they turn down the real Christ of Christmas, the real Lamb.

L-218 God, I pray, tonight, that as we have our heads turned down towards the dust that You brought us from,... You told Abraham once, the great prophet-shepherd, "Go out, Abraham, and number the sands that are upon the seashore."

L-219 And he returned the word, "They're innumerable, I cannot number them."

L-220 Then You said, "Look up towards the heavens, and number the stars." And he knew that that was impossible. And You said to him, "So shall thy seed be." We look at that message to that shepherd-prophet, "from the dust of the earth, to the stars of heaven," that though there be death in our mortal bodies to take us to the dust, there is a Life that can raise us to the stars.

L-221   As You said to Your great prophet Daniel, "And those that know their God, in the last days, shall do exploits. And they that turn many to righteousness shall outshine the stars forever and forever."

L-222 Lord God, Great Creator, Who was so willing to come to earth in the form of Jesus, to let man know what God was. And You were the only One who could take the penalty of death, no Angel, no substitute could do it. You was the One who placed the penalty, and You alone could justly take it away. And being Spirit, You could not die. But You were made flesh so You could die; and become a Lamb that You might take away the sin of Your Redeemed, that You had to redeem them by Your Own Blood.

L-223 Oh, the story is so great, Lord, it goes over the head of so many. To think: "Little Jehovah, laying in a manger, He had to live like a baby. Little Jehovah, borned in a stable. Little Jehovah, playing with children on the street. Little Jehovah, the teen-ager. Little Jehovah, the schoolboy. And Jehovah, the Mighty." You took all these places. "And then, Jehovah, the Lamb. Jehovah, the Prophet." And You become all of this that You might suffer the penalty of sin, and to give to us Eternal Life.

L-224   Forgive us, O God, we, poor, unworthy creatures of this world. We are humiliated tonight, Lord, when we read what You have done for us, and so little we have done in return. How You come in the days of great religious leaders! How You was willing to stand and reflect the Word of the Father! How You didn't compromise upon their theories! And today it seems like that there's no one that wants to stand out and call the Word still "The Word," and not compromise. We pray, God, You forgive us for these things that we have so neglected. And give to us tonight, in our hearts, as we giveth to You as a manger. And we know that every time that the Crucified Christ is accepted, there is a new birth, there is a newborned sheep, there is singing in Heaven by the Angels. Over one sinner that repents, the Angels sing again.

L-225 We pray, God, that if there be some here tonight that doesn't know You as the real Gift of God, as a personal Saviour, not just by a mental conception, but by a new birth (of being borned of Your Spirit), may they receive It just now, Lord, with our heads bowed. And if there should be one, Lord, that has not done this, may their hearts receive joy now, and find like the shepherds of old, in the manger of their heart, the Word, the Messiah; that'll be a-vindicated to them as the Holy Spirit, the Great Shepherd of the day. We ask this in Jesus' Name.


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