The Unwelcomed Christ

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Now, how did it happen? How could it be? How did that flunky ever let Jesus get by? Here He is, sitting at the supper, at the dinner, with unwashed feet. He’s sitting over in the corner. Oooh, I wish I could have been that flunky. I wish I could have took his place. Here is Jesus, somehow…
Oh, he got Dr. Jones’ feet, certainly. He got all the rest of them. He washed them and anointed them. Simon kissed him welcome. And there they are, standing over there, so entertained. “Oh, Dr. Jones, you know what? Over at the so-and-so, the other day, Pharisee So-and-so…Do you remember Pharisee So-and-so? You remember?” Oh, so busy talking about the affairs, till they failed [Brother Branham knocks on the pulpit four times—Ed.] to see Jesus come in.
And I wonder, today, if we’re not so interested whether we are Methodist, or Baptist, or Presbyterian, we failed to see Jesus come in. O God, have mercy!