Now, let’s look what kind of a group that was: of lame, halt, blind, withered. What a—a mass of disfigured humanity, waiting for the troubling of this water. Historians tell us that they’d even fight to get into the water, cut each other with knives to try to get ahead of the other one, to step in to see if their faith was sufficient to make them whole. Now, Jesus passed by this pool. Now, Jesus never dressed Himself any different than any man of His day. He never wore His different…to make Hisself known. The Kingdom of God is not the way you wear your clothes; it’s what’s in your heart. You don’t have to turn your collar around, or be called doctor or reverend. It’s what you are in your heart. Jesus was a common ordinary looking Jew. And He passed through the people, and they—they’d get mixed up. They wouldn’t even know where—where He was. He just walked right out. He wasn’t dressed any different. Wasn’t nothing queer about Him in that manner of His garb, make-up.

Who Hath Believed Our Report?, 1951-07-19, Toledo, OH, §11