She referred to Saint John 11. She said, “Going to the grave of Lazarus, He wept.” And said, “That proves that He wasn’t Divine, because He could weep.” I said, “My, my.” I said, “That argument is thinner than the broth made out of a shadow of a chicken that’s starved to death.” I said, “That thing wouldn’t hold nothing.” I said, “Do you mean to tell me that that’s the reason you believe He wasn’t—that He wasn’t Divine, because He wept?” Said, “Yes.” I said, “When He went down to the grave, He went weeping, that’s true. But He was a God-man, God was in Christ reconciling the world to Himself.” And I said, “He was a man when He was weeping, but when He stood there in the little bitty figure that He was, and a man that had been laying there four days, He stretched His little body and said, ‘Lazarus, come forth.’ Brother, that was more than a man, that was God speaking out of them mortal lips.” A man that had been dead four days stood on earth and lived again. His dead…His body was four day’s journey somewhere. I don’t know where he was, and neither do you, so we won’t argue about that. But anyhow, he’d been dead four days, and when He said, “Lazarus, come forth!” A man that was dead four days and skin worms crawling through his body, stood on his feet and lived again. Brother, that was more than a man, it was.”

The Resurrection of Lazarus, 1953-11-22, Evansville, IN, §92