In relation to 2nd Chapter, 1st Sentence, we
have the central clause, the sum and summit
of Christianity.
And another one, perhaps, the verse that includes
it.
There it is.
I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live.
Yet not I, but Christ lives in me.
And the race which I now live in
the flesh, I live by the face of
the Son of God, who loved me and
gave this birth for me.
And I'm only going to speak on that
last clause of the verse, the Son of
God who loved me and gave himself for
me.
It is the year 1852, and the path
of war is in progress.
At the very line of war is a
great history of warfare.
Nothing compares to the world wars of our
century.
For the war, nevertheless, and men with hearts,
and women with weights and boots, toil, suffering
must be endured.
And I want you to see a transport,
one of the newest in the British project,
sailing down the west coast of Africa.
On the 25th of February, 1852, five hundred
soldiers on board severely fought the army in
the field.
One hundred women and children.
In those days, many of the relatives went
out with the troops to the seat of
warfare, and as the troops went forward to
battle, their relatives were behind to receive them
on the side.
And their warfare ship was sailing, a hundred
women and children, designed to defy a hundred
ships.
And they descended in time, what is, away
in the distance, two miles across the waters,
they could see the sun rising on the
African shore.
And in the other direction, the ocean was
calm and restful.
In a couple of days, they would arrive
at port, and proceed forward to their headquarters.
All of us tired at sea.
The capitals had no landing.
It was long before the gates of bombing
came.
Therefore, we did enjoy this last night, as
you will see, with the dance, and the
songs, and the drinks, and the jokes.
And what we had to punch through came
in the near future.
But what's left tonight, under the dance and
the fun?
You never know.
Don't knock thyself at tomorrow.
Thou know'st not what the day may bring
forth.
There you are in the morning, the 26th
of February, 1862.
That transport, far ahead, over an uncharted lot.
And ripped out his late father's house.
And then, through the volume of water swept
in, fell in a hundred men immediately into
what we call at the 12,000-million
-ton bunk that the Egyptians built.
And we realized, more than that, that there
would be a planet of the West for
us, because we only had six lifeboats and
more.
We turned immediately to former citizens, who resisted
the mind of the Turks, and said, finally,
at any cost, hope these Turks stayed.
There would be a planet that was ageing
and actively locked up, and they couldn't teach
them step-by-step how to bring the
intruder or watch out.
And Simon's feet knew couldn't swim.
Couldn't swim.
After they ran out on the foot deck,
and gave their ever-afterward praises to all
of us, they embarked, my friends, and saved
the driven intruder.
But they announced their arrival.
Those men stood harsh.
Only three spoke to us.
They stood up on the foot deck, prepared
to go down to death in sharp insects
of water to get those illumined children ashamed.
Two of us were useless.
Four of the last boats were packed instantly
with illumined children, and flew away from the
doomed vessel.
Former citizens constantly said to the men, stand
hard, stand hard, and save the driven intruder.
Once those who broke forward, and rushing to
a man who had been ordered into a
race of heroes, took a bow from his
hand, and said, stay to them, fight them
on that as you can, give it to
her, so that I know what it means
now that you are impaired over the sin
of a man who stepped back and bowed
his head in the prayer of repentance.
And those men both flew and died in
the dark, sharp insects of water.
In one of them's active capacities, General Alexander
Russell, who was in command, told me that
he had killed a war officer who was
just joining his regiment at the time, and
by his edge was a woman brushing a
baby.
And weeping pitilessly, because of the outcome, was
up there on the fifth deck, standing like
a rock for the salvation of the women
and children.
Suddenly, the ship, hitting hard, hurling its human
crushes into the sharp insects of water.
All of us, in the defense of the
Revolution, had to crawl into the mud first.
The splinters of flames poured in one shot,
and whacked down into those people in water,
and their helplessness of repetition.
Hopefully still alive, from the shore.
And in that confusion and fury, one poor
soldier put his hands on the gunwale, while
Alexander Russell's face was burning down to the
flames, with anger, lifting his head up, and
said, Mr. Russell, let me in, sir, let
me in.
Take your hand off, Alexander Russell.
You look like it.
Take your hand off.
Then a scream from the woman by his
side.
Oh, Mr. Russell, he said, he's my husband.
Let him in, Mr. Russell, let him in.
That's when the man spanked in the sixth
deck, in a cataract, for saying, the gun
was killed by officer, but only in six
seconds.
I'll take him, he said.
He was out into the water, and pushed
the man up into his own suit.
And the fear of God took over.
And Alexander Russell was innocent again.
And of all the heroes that perished in
the might of the perfected disaster, none could
compare with Alexander Russell.
Oh, I must admit to this, he does
appear dark to me, when that same soldier
and his wife, and the little baby at
the bottom of his life, grown to a
head of fifteen or so, of all the
homes so big in England, that they're standing
in their homes, and they're looking at portraits
up there on the walls of Alexander Russell.
And the father is telling the story once
again to the boy who always wants to
hear.
He's telling the story of the person here
tonight.
And then he comes up to that vital
part, where he's got eyes open.
And the boy is ready.
Well, so he said.
He was a good man.
You know, I gave you love, too, in
the love letter of your last name.
And he gave me so much for that.
Yeah, you've got something like the experience of
the Apostle Paul.
Very much so.
Standing up to Paul's introduction on his full
silence, with all the pomp and pride and
sympathy of an officer of the Church, of
the Jew, with official permission from the priests,
to destroy the Christian Church in Damascus.
And he's got all the power behind him.
You know, he's got those advisers and sects
of Islam, the Abbasids down there in Damascus.
What?
I don't know, buddy.
You don't know what an angel's been born.
And I have heard a voice, darling, in
the Hebrew tongues, called, called, like persecuted sounders.
It is hard for them to speak against
the priest.
Well, the grand precipice of his soul was
on the rugged basis of the rock of
Aden.
And he stood.
He stood.
God can speak the Father's word when He
wants to.
And that's when the lady prayed by the
hand.
The lady was a poor, helpless, blind, sick,
congenial lady.
The lady was displaced from Damascus into the
house of Judas.
What a house, I mean.
The house of Judas.
When they came to see the grand precipice
rising in darkness, what happened to that sort
of darkness?
I believe with all my soul, dear friend,
that sort of darkness passed through one of
the most awful experiences of sin in the
midst of hell ever possible.
I believe He saw with His eyes that
His soul was a cistern, landmark of heaven.
With that queenly glow He shone like the
star along the coastline.
And I believe He longed for heaven.
It was all He longed for, heaven comes
on.
Because in between Him, sinking down in the
waters of persistence, and that cistern headland of
heaven, there are many sharks.
Sins.
Sins of omniscient incorrigence.
Secret sins, open sins, public sins, private sins,
vile sins, sexual sins, dispositional sins.
Sharks in all directions.
All He could only get from those folks
to take Him over, and land Him closely
on that headland of heaven.
He feels Himself being dragged down, dragged down
in the waters, dragged down hopelessly in the
shipwreck of His soul.
A rotten, corrupt, ungodly, dying sinner.
And He feels Himself on the very verge
of hell, with the hot air coming up.
Why try this for salvation, He says.
Then He seeks to heal Himself with His
unholy, invisible hand.
How could those billows of rain lift it
up unto Himself, and say, I could survive
this Christ?
He then speaks to Him that He died
in this Christ, avoiding that He died at
all.
The law is an issue that appears to
be in the way, as can be, but
thou mayst pursue thy Christ, and be filled
with the Holy Ghost, and the souls close
to His eyes.
Faith works, that's God.
This works in the figure of God.
He was the Son of God.
He loved me, and saved and spoke to
me.
He never forgot His grace.
It's twenty-two years after the experience, when
He writes this epistle to the dimensions, and
He says, the Son of God loved me,
and gave Himself for me.
Oh, I could understand Him loving Peter, out
of His passion and devotion.
Oh, I could understand Him loving John, for
that tender, clean affection that He showed in
the last supper.
Oh, I could understand Him loving Barnabas, for
it is His heart and benevolence and tolerance
for other men.
It means that He's been perfectly just.
I've lived a difficult, hardened, harrowing, and narrow
-minded life.
Oh, death was resting under His mercy, still
reserved for me.
And my God, He brought what I am,
me, to keep Him to His side.
Gave Himself for me.
He gave Himself for me, and for others.
Gave Himself with purity for my impurities, His
holyness for my hatred, His love for my
lovelessness, His kindness for my heart, His truth
for my falsehood, His faithfulness for my unfaithfulness.
His goodness for my guiltiness, His love for
my sin.
Oh, the son of God, the son of
God, the son of God, loved Him, loved
Him, and gave Himself for me.
Do you look at that love, God?
Do you look at that out, out, deep,
slow, wondrous, precious, fear-free, uncharitable love of
Him?
Is it not?
That's the one thing you are driven of
a true Christian dying son.
That's no tax paid to the mind.
To love Him, love the Lord, and save
Himself.
You listen to that auditorium of the oppressed.
That auditorium that brings life to the spirit
of the lost God.
The love of God, the time of God,
love, love you, carry Himself for you.
That's another auditorium that writes famous crucifixions with
sweet, sweet thought into your mind.
comfort in my heart, in my hurt little
heart, and my pain little heart, bring help
for me, bring help for me, for the
pains, the spitting, the sclerosis, the stagnance of
the hooting spruce, the bitter nails, the hard
-sassing spear, the darkness of death and hell,
all crowned with the close father forsaking him,
yes, that is the desert of my sin,
that answers to my sin, my sin is
so great, and needs all that, and will
be set aside with nothing short of all
that, my sin alone, in heaven or earth
or heaven, is the full justification of all
that, all that borne for me, by my
maker, my Lord giver, my Redeemer, for the
better of every person, he loves me, God
expects of me, yes, wondrous comes of us,
and that was the year 1720, and it's
long after the mass that rose tonight, long
after, but the fateful hour has arrived in
1720, and as in the first century, and
I want to introduce you to Nicholas Lewis,
Nicholas Lewis, he's a renowned figure, but he
hasn't reached any place of renown yet, but
he's a noble, and he's going into royal
service, and in those days, there are men
like that, but look at him, he's traveled
to the back, and Nicholas Lewis, when his
friends pass away, he's traveled, just in luck,
before he enters into the court service again,
and he's come to a certain city in
Germany, and he enters the great art gallery,
and he dances upon a piece of hard
paint in those days, called to hold the
man, and he's like a man who's sheltered
in the wafers of the battle front, just
ahead, rich and poor, a face all on
land, with eyes that seem to be drowned
in silence, a face that you couldn't look
away from, and underneath it sits a renowned
artist that was not decided for me, but
was well done for me.
Nicholas Lewis got down, and because of that
picture all that afternoon after the trophy was
passed, he brought him to the desk, and
he had to ask all the partners and
sources for all to see.
Jesus.
I have but one passion, Jesus only.
Yes, distinguished man, how distinguished a doctrine I
am, yet I have one passion now, which
is Jesus.
Jesus only, and Jesus has proved it.
Proved it.
You say, oh yes, I'll come to Jesus,
I'll give my thanks to Jesus, I'll receive
Jesus, and I'll love him for my son.
Proved it.
Jesus has proved it.
I was so pleased to see Nicholas Lewis
to come to St. John's, thanks to his
terrific faith.
And his friend Chuck Lewis was in luck,
was the same woman as he was.
Well I'll tell you now, Jesus.
Did you see the moment?
This man, before God, laid down the lady
of his choice on the altar.
Gave it up to God.
And when he reached up there, he found
that what had been a desperate struggle for
himself was no struggle for the lady.
She had chosen St. John's.
She was very happy to love the other
man.
She decided for the other man.
Oh, poor, poor Nicholas Lewis.
Poor, poor St. John's.
When you find yourself in a way that
you wouldn't enjoy it, and you just keep
having a run now, let them have their
joy themselves, and God will give you a
bit of comfort.
Oh no, no, says St. John's.
Jesus only.
He rushed to Cancer Park the very next
day.
And he went to it and rejoiced with
her.
Now, my dear friends, it's much easier to
wish for those that wish than rejoice for
those that rejoice.
You'll be so sick of being a broken
person, that when someone's got it over you,
and they've one-choked up you, you try
and tell them it's not so easy to
rejoice for them, their victory, and you haven't
got it.
That was the big thing, Nicholas Lewis.
The countenance of God.
And two years afterwards, God gave him a
fair partner.
Count you a good day.
The catch, the catch was there first.
And then, you'll remember a little later, how
they came over from Malaysia, poor pilgrims, driven
out to their own centre, seeking shelter, and
they prayed to where since they'd got sick
was, at a place called the Watch Tower,
Perna.
Really, the Lord's Watch, Perna.
And he gave them shelter there in refuge,
on the hillside.
And they all gathered together for prayer and
for worship.
And he tried to get up to the
poor chap's father's house.
They made a bond with him, and fathered
with each other.
They were never getting along well.
That was a trick.
Father treated him badly for a month.
Poor things and so on.
They owed God for prayers.
One memorable Sunday in 1917, in 1727, they
had the visitation of God at the Communion
service, silent, like the breath of heaven, by
Joseph of Nazareth.
They all felt it.
They all wondered.
They all gazed round to the countenance.
They groped down and begged.
Those kids slumming up.
They fell in love.
Sisters and daughters were slumming up.
They clasped hands.
They vowed, vowed to protect.
And the Malaysian revivals.
They started the prayer machine, which went on
for a hundred years.
Relay after relay.
Never relax.
Never hold back.
Never moment.
The last prayer for a hundred years.
And when that hundred years was over, the
Malaysians had spent what?
One thousand, one hundred and ninety-nine million.
At the end of the year.
Oh, what a time.
One day, kids and girls, kids and daughters,
started throwing away some potions.
Throwing them into the fire.
And one potion refused to burn.
And at last, because it was blowing out
of the fire two or three times, he
picked it up.
And he read these words.
Oh, let us in thine nail tree.
Out call it.
You let them free.
And he showed it to some of the
brethren.
They leaned over his shoulder and he said
to them, Oh, let us in thine nail
tree.
Out call it.
And he let them free.
And so much they feel.
To take that pot for that to the
ends of the earth.
And they came to play mighty vividly for
many years before the modern missionary movement started.
And they showed up.
Jesus and the Western and the Bible showed
up.
God honored that little country that had forgotten
any random thing since the days of Hippocrates.
All came from a man who was frozen
down in the fire.
A man who caught his feet in the
sun of God's love, killing himself.
Now, do you think anything to me, dear
friends?
Have you ever looked up to Calvary and
said, You ought to tell me all love.
That will not let you go.
I will give you my little portion of
it.
Have you ever healed itself?
That life you owe?
That torch you owe?
That blood you owe?
Have you ever followed Him with all your
heart?
With one your heart?
Well, that was Calvary, the little account for
you, for having one your heart.
The part from the year 1877, far after
the Midrashian revival, but it's another revival.
We are moving between new missionary accords.
Many people are coming to Christ.
Many communities are being stirred and revived.
Who is on the right?
He was an American preacher.
And the depression wasn't bad yet.
It was worse than it was.
Christ took all his preaching sisters, killed his
great pastor, and set his faith alongside the
rest of us.
And the right people really trusted Christ.
And they had to do that.
And he invited the mission in London to
dinner.
And they dined at the same old hotel
where they dined.
And after that meal, when the other man
had been giving me tips for the races,
and this man, Mr. Beeson, had been putting
them aside, going on for these ethics, and
you don't seem to have any.
No, I don't believe it.
No, he said.
But where are we going tonight?
Well, he said, I'll leave it to you,
Benson.
Well, Mr. Benson, what?
Well, he said we're going to Rouen.
What?
Rouen, he said.
No, we will not, he said.
That's where those two American evangelists have
used the place tonight.
Tonight they shall remain.
What?
Who?
He said we don't want to go there.
It was for family sake.
He said, I say, put me away in
the back.
And he provided.
He took his face along and put me
in the back.
And sure enough, they joined in.
They joined in right like my brother down
here under my nose.
Oh, what a hopeless place that lady spent.
And split for the country.
And lost Ireland.
Since all the arguments that he had here
are true.
Ireland.
Well, he said, I'll go there.
He agreed.
He went to go and say.
And for the third time, the Lord cast
him in glory.
And he was right out in front.
And then he interviewed Lindsay first.
Now, Mr. Mooney, he said, you see, I'm
a racing man.
And I've come to drive.
Does that mean I've got to give up
my racing?
Does that mean I've got to give up
my car?
Does that mean that I've got to give
up the fear that I love?
And I'm going to dance with Mr. Mooney.
Does that mean I've got to give that
up?
Well, now, Mr. Stubbs and Mooney, I think
you've asked me to say that.
Racing means death.
Second means damned.
I don't belong to Hamlet and Jefferson.
The other things, well, go on if you're
damned with them, but you're in a sorrow.
You're alive in a sorrow.
And once you're in a sorrow, the joy
of being so blessed that those other things
will go away.
You won't be enjoying them any longer.
Good night, Mr. Stubbs.
Good night.
Remember, God's right with you.
So he sorrowed his life for me.
He gave up death.
And he struck the joy of the Lord
in his heart.
You know, dear friends, when you're really damned,
you get the joy of the Lord in
your heart.
I don't know.
It seemed to me that day after that
I was converted.
And so I was.
I believed in the Lord.
And I was up for it.
God drove me up for it.
That's what Stubbs did with his own hands,
Stubbs.
He went down to his factory seat, and
when he arrived, he looked, he was plain
dead tired, and people were ground up in
the service.
What's happened to all the Stubbs?
And his horseman said to one of them
friends, you know, it's like this, he's got
the same stick as I have, don't you?
If any man's in his place, he's a
new creation or a different design.
All things have passed away.
All things have become you.
All things have passed.
All this disgusting monopoly about circuses and theatres
and dances.
He can't get two or three preachers down
every weekend.
Glorious Stubbs.
And that was a shoddy thing, you know,
for three fine undergrad sons who couldn't stand
that kind of thing.
They'd attack them.
Man!
God!
This!
God!
That's the place now where they'll become pretty
sure of that.
Come with me, I'm going to show you.
They were just fractured as it were.
They were great criminals.
Outstanding men, their daddy hadn't even come to
class.
And they tried to make him out of
these creatures.
They got behind one of them who couldn't
see the horse too well.
And like the Christ painted for him, they
did that last six weeks of life and
did some fine.
They let him get their head cut away
and then they put their horses to the
gallows behind him.
And the horse was the pundit of the
hill.
The poor chap in front of his horse
cut it off.
He couldn't hold it.
He was cut out like an old man.
And I think it was the next day
that the preacher got him home on the
back of the three of them.
And the greatest criminal of the three of
them, he said, Charlie, as he came up
from the nest, he said, Charlie, are you
a Christian?
He said, yes, I am, of course.
So I'm not the kind of Christian you
think I am.
But I believe in Jesus Christ ever since
I was that age.
And I believe in the church too.
And he said, he said it exactly close
to the church.
He might have said it later.
And the preacher said, Charlie, do you believe
in John, the priest of sin?
He said, yes, I believe in him.
Well, he said, do you believe that God
so loved the world that he gave his
own little son?
Yes, I believe that.
But do you ever believe that in him
should not perish forever the last in life?
No, no, I don't believe that part.
He said, I don't believe that part.
Well, what an inconsistent fellow you are.
But I believe that part of the statement
and don't believe the other part.
Yes, he said, it's a pretty inconsistent.
How long he doesn't continue being inconsistent.
So he asked Charlie, he said, if someone
gave you a gift at Christmas, what would
you do?
Well, he said, I'd thank him, I'd thank
him for it.
The gift of God, Charlie, the gift of
God is Jesus Christ and Son of Life.
Would you thank him?
And he said, thank you, God.
God is touching that man's heart.
He even tried to go around that, to
the corner.
Thankfully, he had one second of reading of
an excellent transcript on the fifth century of
a happy life.
He gave his life back to He put
aside his legal career.
He did a tremendous thing.
He came into 40,000 towns from his
father's estate and handed it straight over to
the Missionary Corps.
And then he launched out to Syria, to
Africa, to India then, and there actually did
it last.
He found there, as I told you last
night, along with his like-minded wife, Lucinda
Stewart, he founded the World Wide Evangelization program.
Why?
He said it's Jesus Christ.
He got it.
And God is pleased.
No sacrifice can be too great for those
of us who are here.
That's foundational, isn't it?
Of course it is.
But at the end of his lifetime, that's
the life of it.
My family, they come here, but I can't
give up to God now.
He's got it all.
And if God's word is difficult, then hallelujah,
hallelujah.
A cricketer, a count, a counselor.
The Son of God loves cricketers and counts
and counselors and the choir.
Right?
Without individuals, with me, with me, without me.
Goodbye, dear friends.
Be there with me just once.
Please come for God.
Oh, and I read something in the paper
the other day about a certain man saying
the great thing, you know, that has been
linked up to a prince, you know, that
just what I thought was the right thing
for a man, it fills a gap for
me to be a prince because all wonderful
things are done by a prince and a
king.
And it is nice to be loved by
the son of a general, the son of
an admiral.
Nice to be loved, perhaps, by the son
of the leading man, the prime minister.
Yeah, it's better to kill my enemies, better
to kill the son of God, the son
of the highest, the son of the blessed
forevermore, the son of Israel, the son of
God, the wonderful incarnation born of the Virgin,
the one that never sinned, the one that
went about doing good, and to love us.
You can't.
No, no way.
It doesn't pay to be killed.
That would be crazy.
It doesn't pay that.
It doesn't pay to be loved.
It pays to be loved.
That's what they thought especially when they saw
Jesus weeping there by the grave, and they
asked us to hold, and they said to
hold.
How did that?
A little later, in the garden of Gethsemane,
thou knows there in his agony was great
crops of plants flashing down to the ground.
The angel of the agony surely is saying
behold, how did that?
A little later, when lifted up from that
cross, in the pains and agonies and anguish
of the crucifixion, what did he say?
Father, forgive them, they know not what they
do.
Oh, said John the Mary, behold, how did
that?
How did that?
Not very long after in that way was
struggled down with millions and millions of those
white flags, mostly people surrounding the regimes of
the angels, and all those, and to him
who loved us, and lifted from our sins
in his low blood, he's lost that pain,
and it's the greatest thing in the world
to take a little while.
He loves me, me, in our infancy, in
our oldness, in our girth, in our young
manhood, our young womanhood, in our strong fertility,
in our age of years, he loves us,
in our soreness, in our sinfulness, in our
sensuality, he loves us in the fruit of
our sin, in the fruit of our corruption,
he loves us still, and behold, and behold
him coming, he's saved, he's saved, he's coming,
he's coming.
The good, the bad, the dire must be
the good, the holy, the unholy, the heavenly,
and the earthly, the living, the earthly.
No love was ever fulfilled like the love
of Christ.
He saved himself to death at the cross,
right?
And in Eastern times, a new arrival arrived,
a man went forth to Christ, for me,
for thee.
God found his blessed head, blood-stained his
heavenly frame, cross-laden arms spread for me,
for thee, fierce with his hands and feet.
Three hours, four hundred feet, fierce rays of
noon, five feet, for me, for thee.
Christ, you have found thy Lord, my God,
make me holy, my God, flesh, breast, and
feet divine, for me, for thee.
He was old, struck twenty at times, and
at heart, for he was one of those
who were struck, but rarely spoke his feelings,
was sitting by a gateside.
He was very silent for rest of times,
he was extremely silent now, in his passion.
For the last, he roused himself and said
to this poor suffering, thy wife, ah, Lazarus,
never has woman been loved, but angels have
been loved.
Ah, he said to the saints, ah, cats
with worms.
All thoughts could be but words.
I knew it, God, I knew it, but
all satiricists trampled thy fine foot.
I'm pining for that sweet woman, and I
have to die with her, in my lonely
grudge for life.
I've made the good notice that Jesus Christ
had to die to be our life, and
pining for a grudge for life.
He doesn't want to die, because we're all
people, poor, less seeking, denying people.
When he made that grave prison stage of
the Easter power, by the fear of Christ
Jesus, he told him again, he loved him.
And again, he responded to him.
Marcus, my husband, was near to die.
I will keep this little.
Tell my darling that you love him.
And again, and again, and again.
Tell him constantly that you love him.
Tell him to call you all to the
Holy Spirit.
Tell him to go to church, because it
all sounds cold and indifferent to him.
Tell him that I love him.
Tell him that you love him, because he
loves you.
I thank you, dear friends, for the two
great competitors for your soul and mine.
Two great competitors.
There's an adversary, of Satanic power, that asks
for us to keep us under the curse
of our sins.
There's an adversary, who is aligned with God's
right hand, and asks for us to bring
us under the consolation of Calvary.
But he did that, out of compassion to
his father.
And then they give him that contempt.
Then they tell him that they love him
for a reason, and hopeless as that love
is, they're going with God.
And so he's seen that the crowd over
his head, and he's asked for it.
He has to die to get it.
He doesn't regard the cross.
He doesn't regard the cross as marks on
his hands, and his face, and his brow.
He doesn't regard the cross as the only
death on earth.
That's what Christ said.
That's something that you must give him to
be saved.
You know, to hold that cross and say
that's enough.
Not thinking that that's enough, and go on
with the same old life of negativity.
Unbelievable stuff.
Blood, food, rocks, and roots, and never save
the second life.
My own.
Dear Lord, I give myself away to the
Lord, and I can do everything.
Dear Savior, through the Lord, never take from
me when thou shittest on my clothes.
Oh, Lord, the same for me.
We love you.
Let us bow before this body.
Let our hearts bow before him for a
few moments of quietness.
We thank God for those dear friends of
God who have graciously insisted upon this communion
and amended us here tonight.
For whom he paid the supreme price.
For whom he ensured the death of our
enemies.
For whom he paid to subdue the cross
to which God replied.
Lord, we're saying some of you have never
come to Christ.
You haven't even thanked him for the power
he has in you.
Don't you want for tonight?
God will help you to do it if
you've got a will to desire that.
There are some of you that have lost
your first love, and you've drifted back from
Jesus, and you haven't got a heart that
hands and feet for him, and the love
that searches for him.
Tell him again that you love him tonight.
Come back to him.
Give yourself a breath for him.
Some of you do want to do it.
Well, I must say, you've got to give
your grace to do it if you're humble
enough just to ask for prayer.
But Lord, ask for prayer and strengthen to
respond while they're bowed fast in God's presence.
Those of you who would like to get
ready for the night in the shadow of
Calvary's cross, and in the shadow of a
Savior's infinite love, would you just quietly raise
your hand and let me know that you'd
like to get ready for the night so
that you might respond to God's peace in
the heart of the night, and gladly ask
the Savior to come into your heart and
give yourself to him.
Just raise your hand where you are and
let me pray for you tonight in the
presence of that great light that the Lord
speaks of.
There are some of you here that would
like prayer, that you might make that response
to Jesus.
Just lift up your hands where you are,
and God bless you, my friend.
God bless you, my friend.
God bless you.
God bless you, my brother.
God bless you, my sister.
God bless you, my brother.
God bless you.
Somebody else, if you give your prayer quietly
up, God bless you, my friend.
God bless you.
Somebody else, while they're bowed in God's presence,
just quietly lift that hand.
God gives great opportunities, dear friend.
You're going to close your heart against the
infinite kindness of God.
And you're going to lift that hand up
quietly and say, pray for me.
I have not much love for Christ, but
by his grace of God, I'll give him
a fresh surrender tonight, or I'll give him
a first surrender tonight, and I'll pray God
to give me a love worthy of such
a state.
Well, I think some of you could raise
your hands for that.
You need to do it now, just as
when I speak to God.
Just lift up your hands.
God bless you, my brother.
That's Christ.
That's a victory for you.
God bless you, my
brother.
God bless you, my brother.
God bless my brother.
God bless you, my brother.
God bless you, my
brother.
God bless you, my brother.
God bless you, my
brother.
God bless you, my brother.
God bless life out of you.
Some of them live their lives away from
you.
Some of them live their lives within you.
Let them abandon this life, Lord.