(John - Part 16): The Personal Application of Christ's Coming Into the World — A.W. Tozer

Christ Came to Save, Not to Condemn

The seventeenth verse of John's third chapter. "...for God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through him might be saved.". This is really a part of John 3 .16. "...jointory, by a connective, God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through him might be saved.".

This is a momentous service of language. We may properly say of this verse that it constitutes a proclamation extraordinary. There are three statements here. One is that God sent his Son into the world.

He did not send him to condemn the world. The third is that he sent him in order to show you that I do not read anything in it, that I merely show you what is there. Let me read Charles Kingley Williams.

He puts it in the positive instead of the negative. The meaning is precisely the same. "...for God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but that through him the world might be saved.". That's the same verse stated in the positive.

"...this last week, knowing that tonight I was going to attempt a sermon on it, lying at night thinking about this and walking around thinking about it. For God sent his Son into the world not to condemn the world, but that through him the world might be saved.".

The Mystery of Christian Apathy

...have a question. Not about that verse, but about our reaction to it. It might be called the unanswered question, and that question is, since this is the proclamation extraordinary, and constitutes a proclamation so meaningful, so momentous, so apathy concerning it for people, even Christian people.

Now, in the full sound of this proclamation, this proclamation that God sent his Son into the world, that he did not send him to condemn, that he did send him to save, I say in the full sound of this proclamation, more gravely significant this proclamation is than any declaration of war or proclamation of peace, any discovery of any new continent or even a new world would not be compared with this.

People are indifferent. "...upon our eyes fallen a strange one-field bound up, thinking about it and seeing the brilliant shining quality of it, the significance of it to the human race, and we're so little stirred up about it.

That is as wonderful as the verse itself, in a different way. So terrible to be here. Now, if it wasn't here, I could understand why we could go our way. As Tennyson says, nourish a dumb life within the brain like sheep.

If it was not there, then I could see why we could all come to church and sit in stoical silence into a deaf ear that doesn't hear us. Why we can rise in the morning and are more concerned with whether the paper has arrived than with whether this verse is here or not.

If the verse hadn't been here, I could understand our apathy. I could explain our indifference. I could say it is the indifference of despair. I could say it is the apathy. Like the Israel in Egypt, for 400 years, generation had followed generation in slavery, generation after generation in bondage.

When a new generation of Jews came up, they didn't expect anything but bondage. They were someone who, like had languished in a prison camp for so many years, their friends had died and forgotten them, and they had no hope ever of having it otherwise.

So their jaws hung and their brows sloped and their shoulders were bent, and they had no expectation. If this verse were not here, I'd know why, or the proclamation extraordinary had not been made. I could understand how we can be so unhappy.

I could understand how the human race should walk around looking down at the earth like the beasts and rarely looking at the sky. I could understand it then. But in the light of the fact that it was made 2 ,000 years ago, then I ask the question, what's the matter with us?

What's the matter with Christians, and what's the matter with the unsaved man who used the message? What's the matter with people every place? Say that this great stupor is upon us, and I feel it even here tonight.

I sense it even here tonight. People think this is a spiritual church. I wish they knew all I know about it, and I wish they had to live with it all the time. I think a lot of people would change their mind if they knew how little of response there was, how little of that sensitivity of the spirit, how little of that urgency of their heart, and how much of the world.

Spiritual Warfare and the Hardening of the Heart

I believe that this apathy that is upon us is a technical victory for organized evil. I don't know too much about the dark spirits that move up and down in the world. I know as much as I want to know.

I want to know even less as I grow nearer to God in grace. But I know that the Bible teaches that there are sinister spirits that walk up and down. There are even organized spirits. Perhaps it's what it means when it talks about principalities and powers and mights and dominions.

If it does not mean the good ones, then it must mean the opposite one. They are utterly abroad, invisible to the naked eye, perhaps even inaudible to the ear. But they are abroad. And they are the legions of hell.

They are the fifth column of iniquity present in the world, and their business is to subvert and produce and destroy and bind and kill, like the thief that got into the fold. After years of beating the propaganda of hell into human ears, beating us over the head until we're groggy and punch-drunk, and without lift in aspiration or hope or dreams, it's a tactical victory for the devil.

I believe more than that. The very sober countenance you and I wear tonight is an astonishment to the unfallen creatures on earth. The Watchers, the Holy Ones, the Seraphim, the Cherubim, the Angels, the Archangels, the holy creatures that never fell.

I know not how much they know, but they must know something. For they have been sent to announce the birth of Jesus. In one instance they were sent to announce the resurrection of Jesus. In another instance, and in the book of Revelation, we see them fly in mid-heaven to move about among men.

They must be there, or rather they must be here, and take all this with such indifference. It must be an astonishment to holy creatures. We say it is just that we are not like holiness people. We don't hold in the straw and climb tent poles.

If I thought that were true, then I would say, thank God. The benediction is pronounced here. You couldn't hear the Archangel Gabriel if he blew his head twenty feet up. If he blew his horn, I mean twenty feet up, above the earth toward heaven.

Because of the talk and the noise and the exuberance and the freshness and the interest and the smiles and all the rest. But when it comes to such a proclamation as that God sent not his son into the world to condemn the world, we take it with an apathy and an indifference.

That is not a proof of our culture, but a proof of our sin. Not a proof that we are better educated, but a proof that we are more hardened. I believe not only is this a victory for organized evil and an astonishment to unfallen creatures, I believe also that it is a great grief to the God on high.

Recovering Spiritual Freshness and Simplicity

The enthusiasm to fondness for babies. I think that he loved babies because they were so vigorous. The lack of thought, quotes from Shakespeare. They just do what they do. Out of simplicity and its immediate response of their young hearts.

And the Lord must have loved them. He laid his hands on their heads and said, the kingdom of heaven is like these. And made a great deal of the babies. And the theologians, of course, ever since, have been tossing and kicking these babies around wanting to know what it all means.

And simple-hearted people know that Jesus just loved babies. That's all. He loved the bald ones and the hairy ones and the redheads and all the rest of them. Because there was something about them that hadn't yet been spoiled.

You don't share, you don't work for a famous conceit. It's only a conceit. And it's probably not true, but there's something fresh about it. He says that when we are born, we come down from God trailing clouds of glory.

That coming from the fresh hand of God, we come trailing clouds of glory. And a little bit of heaven lies round a growing boy. Then as he travels further from his home, sad and tragic as it may be, as he travels further from his home, the glory disappears and evaporates.

And that little bit of heaven that lies round the newborn boy disappears like dew before the sun, and finally it's no heaven anymore and no glory anymore. But he forgets God in his heart of hearts and the earth shuts round him and he's a carnal man in a fallen world.

My God, that we might have something happen to us that would toss us suddenly back into our childhood again. It would grab us up and throw us back into the cradle of the human race and lay us and stretch us on the cool ground and get us once more in rapport with the powers of God in the world and in grace.

But these hard crusts that are over our hearts, this lack of sophistication, or this sophistication, this lack of simplicity, this defensiveness. I'm hardly talking to a man or woman or young person tonight above ten that doesn't have his guard up against me.

They're not afraid of me, they've known me around here since the beginning, but they're afraid, nevertheless. What I'm going to say, and there's a guard up there, and there's a quick parry. Every preacher that preaches the congregation these days is fencing with Master.

He lunges and plunges, and I don't know the language of the fencers. I never fence and don't tend to. I've mended fences. And he's always fencing with his audience. And it's very rare that anyone comes anymore to the house of God and with guard down and head bowed says, "'Wherefore, you'll hear what God will speak unto us.'.

We have become so learned and so worldly and so sophisticated and so blasé and so burnt out and so bored and so religiously tired and beat up. The freshness and delight, the trails, clouds of glory seem to have gone thumps.

And it's the great need of this hour, my friends, that a verse like this, when it is read, should have an instant response in the human race, a response of fresh and alive. The very fact that I have to talk like this is incriminating in itself.

The Extraordinary Proclamation of Salvation

And I want to know why this is. That God should send this proclamation extraordinary. God sent his Son into the world. He did not send his Son to condemn the world, but he sent him that the world might be saved.

And we take it with such apathy. Who has poisoned our cup? What evil alliances have we made? What has sin been doing to our hearts? What devil has been working on the strings of the heart of our soul?

Who has been giving us sedatives? Who has been feeding us the medicine of apathy? What's happened to us that we can talk about this, sing about this, preach about this, and it leaves us untouched? Oh, dear God!

I sympathized with Old Wordsworth when he said, I would rather be a heathen, a heathen, than believe in an outborn heathen creed. And on the shore of the ocean, imagine that I could hear old Neptune or old Triton blow his horn and have something alive in me.

And to be a civilized Christian to which everything has died. Too much with us. Spending late and soon. We've wasted our powers. Well, God sent his Son into the world. But he didn't send him into the world as its judge.

He sent him into the world as its Savior. There are the three ideas in that verse. I say that for all, for importance, there's nothing like it. Nothing like this and other related scriptures that say about the same thing.

Nothing like this in all the wide world. For the human race in its present condition, this is it. There may be a time way out yonder in the glorious tomorrow when all this is over and sin has passed away and the shadows have been driven from the sun and the brows of men are no longer furrowed.

We are like him and know him and see him as he is. His name is in our forehead and we gaze on his countenance. The slippery path we once plodded is now only a memory fast fading. It may be that there will be other and newer and grander proclamations that God may make based upon this one.

But for us in our present condition, there's no proclamation as great as this is it. The proclamation extraordinary that God sent his son into the world and sent him into the world that the world might be saved.

Christ Came to People, Not Geography

Now it says God sent his son into the world and I'd like to take one word and change it here, not change it at all, but just change it for you tonight, and yet it's exactly what God said and meant. The world there doesn't mean geography.

He doesn't say he sent his son into the Near East. He sent his son into Palestine. He sent his son to Bethlehem. He sent his son to the corner of 2nd and 9th, if there were any streets in that sweet tiny little town where he was born.

No, it doesn't have a geographical or an astronomical meaning. There's nothing to do with kilometers and distances and continents and islands and space and topography, mountains and towns. He came, of course, to Palestine.

Of course he came to Bethlehem. Certainly he came to the Near East. Certainly he came to the little land that lies between the sea. That's true, but that isn't what it meant here, and that isn't why he came.

God sent his son into the world means he sent his son into the human race. The world here, that God so loved the world, doesn't mean God so loved geography. It doesn't mean that God so loved the snow-capped mountains or the sun-kissed meadows or the flowing streams or the great ice peaks of the North.

God may love all them. I think he does. I think you can't read Job in the Psalms without knowing that God's in love with the world he made, but that's not what it means here. God sent his son to the human race.

He came to people. Jesus Christ came to people. We can only remember that, friends. Jesus Christ came to people, not to white people, not capitalists, not communists, not Republicans, not Democrats, not carpenters, not artists, not writers.

He came to people, people, people. These other things are only incidental, but it's people that he came to. For some reason, God loved people. And we can use generic terms, you know, and general terms, and pretty soon we become scientific in our outlook.

Let's break that all down. Let's dump it out the window. God sent his son to the people of the world, and his son came into and unto and upon the people of the world, and he even became one of those people.

God sent his son to the people of the world. He sent his son to the people, living people. Look at them, think of them. Call them before us tonight. Imagine if you could be like fucking drawing around the earth in forty winks.

Imagine if you could be like some star above or the moon and gaze all over the world in twenty-four hours. Imagine what you would see. You would see the crippled and the blind and the leprous. You would see the fat and the lean and the tall and the short.

You would see the dirty and the clean. You would see them walking the avenue bold and upright without fearing a policeman. You would see them skulking in back alleys and crawling through windows. You'd see them twitching and twisting in the last agonies of death, and you'd see them kicking football over the field or running around the track.

You'd see them tiny and sick, and you'd see them great and brawny and strong. You'd see them ignorant, not being able to put one letter behind the other. You'd see them walking gravely in some college town, dreaming deep dreams of the fourth dimension, or dreaming up some great poem or play.

To astonish and delight the world, see plain people, black people, people whose eyes slant differently from yours, people whose hair is not like your hair at all, people whose diet is not like your diet.

You gag on what they love, and they gag on what you eat every morning for breakfast. Their customs are not the same, their habits not the same, but they're people. Nevertheless, they're people. Their differences are external, their similarities internal.

Their differences have to do with custom and habit. Their likeness has to do with nature. So they would be there, the thief and the liar, the truth teller and the martyr. The mother of many, a boy in the basket, was sent away to the sound of the star-spangled banner, and came back in the basket to be forgotten, out of time's hospital.

People, nevertheless. And God sent his Son to the people. He is the people's Savior. Jesus Christ came to people like your family and mine, and people like us. God sent his Son into the world to people like you and me.

Not to the learned theologians, not to the men who can spout Greek and Hebrew only. He came to them, too, their ability to spout Greek and Hebrew. That is only incidental. What they are is exactly the same as the ignorant boy, You scratch a professor and you find a hillbilly.

That's all you have to do. You just take a pen or a knife blade and prick the skin a little of that dignified lady. The carefully groomed eagle-claws. The latest book under her arm. She's a poor jockey.

And she's just one more swollen woman. And you've got one more female. And there's the sarcastic old couple that has it. The lady and the colonel lady are sisters under the skis on the street. I shouldn't tell it.

Oh, some time ago. No, a white man this time, but he was drunk. And he was just drunk enough to be humorous. You know, they go through stages. They get bright-eyed and then they get humorous. And then they get mean and then they get vomiting.

He was in the humorous stage. And he was standing up in front, clowning, and now he was funny, that's all. And everybody was laughing, including your undersigned. But a dignified lady sat there with a little boy.

He had been brung upright. And no doubt she'd been off to finishing school. I don't know what she was doing on the streetcar. I thought that was for us plain people, but there she was. And the little guy would look at this drunk fellow who was going through his contortion and making his funny remarks, and he'd giggle.

And she'd pat his shoulder. It's not funny, Charles. It's not funny, Charles. It's not funny, Charles. And I had much amusement watching that dignified mother trying to tell her boy that that funny guy wasn't funny.

Three feet back of this dignified, well-groomed woman who wouldn't stoop to laugh at a drunk man. There had been a well-dressed up, not too clean, gumchewing, loud-talking, laughing-colored woman on her way to do somebody's voice.

Different from each other, you say? You'll find. Cultured lady? Seen? He paid no attention to class. Class? The Lord knows nothing about this class business everybody talks about. He came to people. He got sent his son into the world to people.

He came to us people. He didn't say, how's your IQ? He came to us. He didn't say, have you traveled much? He came to us. So thank God he sent him and he came. No contradiction. He was sent and he came because his great heart urged him to come.

The Savior's Mission to Reclaim Fallen Humanity

Now what was the mission on which he came? We've stated it here already half a dozen times. But you know what I was thinking? If you knew that the Son of God was coming to the world and you'd never known the Son of God was coming, let's think ourselves out.

Let's think ourselves back to paganism. Let's sort out our Bible and our hymn book and our 2 ,000 years of Christian tradition. Let's say we've never heard. Somebody suddenly arrives with a proclamation.

He's coming. What would be the first thing you thought of? What would your heart tell you immediately? You'd run for the trees and the rocks. Among the trees the God. What mission, logically, should he have come?

The kind of people we know we are. He was a man who was to serve them. To determine and decide and fix judgment. Take two or three out. Why would the Son of God come to our race? Darkness and deception tell us why.

And the lies we've told and the temper tantrums we've thrown and the jealousies we've felt tells us why. They tell us why. The sin we can't deny tells us why he might have come. If he hadn't told us that, the Holy Ghost never would have said not to judge the world.

Why did he ever say it? Because he knew that the human conscience could only say one thing. Oh God, if you're sending someone, then you're threatening me to die. For my heart tells me I ought to die. My heart tells me that I've piled up iniquity and I should be sentenced to die.

And if the righteous one is coming, then I ought to die. He didn't come to judge us. He sent his Son into the world, true. But he sent his Son not to judge the world. That wasn't his purpose at all. He came that men might be saved.

Not to condemn but to reclaim was the mission of our Lord Jesus Christ. Why did he come to men and not to fallen angels? I have said before from this pulpit, and I'm the only person that ever says it, so I could be wrong, but also I could be right.

I believe he came to man and not to angels because man had been originally made in the image of God and angels hadn't. I believe he came to fallen Adam's brood and not to the brood of fallen devils because the fallen brood of Adam had once been made in the image of God.

It's a logical thing that when Jesus Christ became incarnated, he could become incarnated in the flesh and body of a man. Because God made man in his own image and no fallen and lost and on his way to hell.

He has the potentialities that could take the incarnation, blankets of human flesh up around his ears, and be a man not to condemn but to reclaim in personal terms. God sent his Son into the world. The cross is not mentioned here.

The cross is not mentioned in John 3 .16. We who preach sometimes imagine that we have to open our mouth and in one great big round sentence say of all the theology there is to say, God is not so squeamish.

The cross stands out like a great bright shiny pillar in the middle of the scripture. Without that cross on which the Savior died, there could be no scripture, no revelation, no redemptive message, nothing.

But he didn't say anything about the cross here. He simply said he sent his Son, and he gave his Son those two words, sent and gave, in the verse above in this verse. He gave his Son, he sent his Son.

Later it developed that in giving his Son he gave him to die, but he didn't say so here. I want you to think of this in personal terms. We do this in that story of the prodigal son, which Dickens said was the most pathetic.

That is, it had more faith within it than any other story ever told by mortal man. He was afraid we'd get generic and theological with it all, and get it into a book and put a period on there, and have Article 1, Section 2, Subdivision B.

He's afraid of that, God rest his soul. He said, now I'll tell you about a boy. He said a father had two boys. One of them, more younger than two, came to him and said, Father, give me my goods that follow to me.

So he divided under them his living. Not many days after, the younger son gathered all together, took his journey into a far country, where he wasted his substance with riotous living. Then he joined himself to a citizen of the far country, who sent him into the fields to feed swine.

And he fain would have filled his belly with the husks, which the swine did eat, but no man gave unto him. So one day he came to himself and he said, How many hired servants of my father have food to spare, and I perish here with hunger.

I will arise and go to my father. Notice, I, I, I, I, I. So he says, I want you to personalize this. I don't want you to be thinking about this racial. I came to save people. I came down here for folk.

People. And I want you to think about it in personal terms. So he told us that wonderful story. I, I, I will arise. I perish. I am hungry. I remember my father's house. I will go. He said, I. So he rose and went.

His father ran. You know the story too well. Perhaps it's lost part of its meaning. And he threw himself at his father's feet, and the father pitted him out and pulled a pallet cap and filled the house with unseemly music.

That's what one person thought. But why all this nonsense? Why all this music around here? And the father ran out, shining face. He forgot all about his angina. He came tearing out and down the steps, you know, like a boy of fourteen.

He said, put your brother's back. And this harsh heresy exploded on him. Turned a glowering face and said, I lived with you from my babyhood, and you never gave me as much as I could. And now this, thy son, will need no name.

He didn't say my brother. Used to call him buddy along the early days. Slept with him, loved him when he was little. But now, the religious jealousy had gotten into his heart, and he didn't even call him by his little old nickname.

He said, dear boy. He wasn't his brother anymore. He said, he's, if I were in your office language, you could use. He said, and he gets a fatted cat. And the father almost turned pale, I suppose, and said, why, boy, I never knew you felt this way about me.

Why, everything I had of you. He said, can't you see? Something's happened tonight. Your brother, my son, he was dead. He's alive. He was lost. He's found. And after that one little blow, I think he bounced back and went down back up the steps to tell somebody else.

Strike up the bank. God is capable of getting morally excited, you know, in the right sense of the word. And I want you to think about you tonight. God sent his son into the world to save you. Now, not to save the heathen, save you.

Heathen, sure, but only as individuals. Save you. And you've got to have faith about yourself. Now, I want to say that, and I was afraid to say it. Even I sometimes am a little afraid of certain phrases.

I fear somebody will get down on my neck and write me a dirty letter. But I want to say this. You've got to have faith about yourself. Not faith in yourself, but faith about yourself. Faith in Christ and faith about yourself.

That is, you've got to believe that you're the one he meant. And if you don't, all the general faith you have in God won't do you any good. The shepherd shall not want. No, he couldn't have said that.

Or if he'd said, the Lord is one shepherd, one shall not want. He maketh one to lie down in green patches. He could have got an A on that in school. But it wouldn't have meant anything because it wouldn't have been personal.

He said, he's my shepherd. I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down. A prodigal son could have said, one's father has goods and a spare, and one perishes with hunger. One should arise and go unto one's father.

Make it general like that. Make it religious, you know. And it didn't amount to anything. But he said, I'm the hungry boy. God, my father, my father is back home. I'm going back home. You make that personal and see if it doesn't mean something more to you.

Personal Faith in a Personal Redeemer

You see, unbelief always hides behind three trees. Here they are. Somewhere else. Some other time. Somebody else. Those are the three trees of the garden behind which unbelief hides. Somebody preaches a sermon on John 3 .16.

We sit and say, yes, somewhere else it's true. Of somebody else it's true. Some other time, but not now. Beliefs about itself. Beliefs in him and about itself. And says, now, wait a minute. If God sent his Son into the human race, that he might redeem the human race.

He can't redeem the human race en masse. He has to redeem and save the human beings as individuals. That must mean me. Don't pay attention to grammar. Don't say, that must mean I. That's right, but that isn't right.

Say, that means me, Lord. Belief about yourself. And say to yourself, well now, wait. Not somewhere else, but here. Not some other time, but now. Not somebody else, but me. And that most famous, most wonderful, and most terrible of all hymns.

The Maccabee tells me how to pronounce it, but I pay no attention. The days are a days illa. He says, in one place. He pictures the judgment and the world coming apart like an old tent. And the dust and shock and terror of it and graves opening in.

And men screaming before God's bar of judgment and the world on fire. One of the old-fashioned general judgment ideas. Then he prays this tender, lovely little prayer. He's going to be there, and he says, oh, remember Jesus.

I was the cause and reason why thou didst come on earth to die. He says, in that awful day, God. In that awful day, Lord, remember Jesus. I was the cause and reason why thou didst come on earth to die.

What is your name? Mary? All right, let's suppose it's Mary. I don't know how many Mary's these days. And more surely, Marilyn and Beverly. Let's call it Mary. Jesus, remember I am the cause and reason why I, Mary, didst come on earth to die.

John and Jo, Jesus, remember I am the cause and reason why I, John, single yourself out. Not somebody else, you. Jesus Christ came not to condemn you, but to save you. Knowing your name, knowing all about you.

Knowing your weight right now. Knowing your age. Knowing what you do. Knowing where you live. Knowing what you'll eat for supper and what you'll eat for breakfast. Where you'll sleep tonight. How much your clothing costs.

Who your parents were. Knowing you individually as though there wasn't another person in all the world. He died for you as certainly as if you had been the only lost one. What about it tonight? Out of the fold and away from God.

Why don't you say, Lord, it's I, it's I, it's I. Remember, Lord, I am the reason, cause and reason why thou on earth didst come on earth to die. A positive personal faith in a personal redeemer. And thus, if you'll just rush in there.

You don't have to know all the theology in the wide world. I got two calls on the telephone last night. I don't know what the Greek word for cousin was, in order to find out whether Jesus had brothers and sisters or whether they were his cousins.

So I looked it up in George Strong, who is my strong refuge. And another fellow wanted to know if Jesus could ever sin. Now, what in the wide world would a poor, lost, fallen man worry his poor little old empty head about theological niceties, when he ought to be saying to himself, in view of the judgment, oh, Jesus, remember I am the cause and reason why thou on earth didst come to die.

I am the one, Lord, all the little theological niceties that men argue about, let them go. I am the one he came to die for. Will you tonight believe it means you? Will you put your name in there? Now, I insist on it.

Put your name in there. Don't you go out of here tonight. Put your name in there. Write it in, whatever that name is. Write it down in your heart and say, Jesus, this is I, thee and I, I and thee, as though there were no others.

That kind of personalized believing in a personal Lord and Savior, once that takes place in the human breast, they don't fool with that fellow anymore. The Lord God Almighty witnesses within his soul something has happened there, and he belongs to God, and God to him.

You don't have to feed him on a nipple and run around with lukewarm watered-down milk for him. He grows in grace because he's had that personalized, individual experience of knowing it means blessed Lord Jesus, and blessed Lord Jesus.

A Final Prayer of Personal Trust in Christ

It's come on a mission. Our trembling hearts tell us have come with blazing eyes to be our judge. Thou shouldst have come as our executioner to put to death such moral vermin. For the face of the earth, feeding each other and ourselves, that thou didst not come, that thou didst come that the world through thee might be saved.

What can we say, Lord, to thank thee, O gentle Savior? How can we borrow language to thank thee? We thank thee, Lord Jesus. Lord Jesus, we won't fight about thee, and we won't argue about hypotheses. We will only kneel and say, My Lord and my God, we have found him of whom Moses and the prophets did write, Jesus, the Son of Mary.

We have found him, we have found him. We thank thee. We pray thee for the friends present tonight. We thank thee for those who responded last week. Lord, we pray thee tonight, thou grant that there may be those who will go out of this place now, solemn, lasting conviction that this means the personal individual person, the one.

Knowing, knowing, knowing that it was for them he came this way. Blessed Jesus, help us as we wait upon thee just a little longer tonight.