Have you every had a bill or a debt that just laid on your mind and you wondered how you would ever pay it? You couldn't hardly do your job or your daily routine without it coming back to mind constantly?
What about the debt we owe Christ? Do you feel the pressure that you owe Him? Not a worry but a huge debt of graditude? It's an overwelming debt friends and we owe EVERYTHING to Him.

WITHOUT.MONEY.OR.PRICE_ JEFF.IN V-16 N-4 SUNDAY_ 59-0802
119 That's the way we ought to feel towards God, not to buy our way through with something; but we owe God our life, for we were dying and sinking in the ditch of sin. God throwed His arms, a robe around me.
<Sings first verse of 'Love Lifted Me'>
I owe Him my life. You owe Him your life. You owe Him your life to serve Him, not to give it, to walk about and brag about your church denomination, not to go about and criticize others; but to try to serve and to save others, and to bring them to a knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ.

WE.WOULD.SEE.JESUS.SIRS_ TIFTON.GA SATURDAY_ 60-0109
E-17 Someone said to me the other day, said, "What if there isn't any Jesus when you come to the end of the world? What if it's all not true?"
I said, "Sir, it's true; I know it's true."
He said, "But what if it isn't?"
I said, "I'll take your side of the argument. If it isn't true, there was One Who gave His life to make a world a better place to live, and brought us civilization, and homes, and children, and love, and food, and clothing. I owe my life to Him anyhow. I'd give it to Him anyhow, and if He turns me down at the end of the road, He's still just. If He says, 'Depart from Me, and go into the devil's hell,' something will have to change my spirit, or I'd love Him in hell. No matter where it is, 'cause I know something happened to me."
We owe Him our lives; we owe Him all that we are. All the good things there is come by Him, and there's nothing good but what come by Him. "Sir, we would see Jesus."

PERGAMEAN.CHURCH.AGE_ JEFF.IN ROJC 229-285 WEDNESDAY_ 60-1207
82 And this beggar come back to the door. And Saint Martin took off his own good garment, and give it to the beggar, and had the--the--the chief deacon to go and get another one and bring it to him. So he had to get a garment anyhow, and put it on Saint Martin. And he wore the lesser garment out before the people instead of his good garment.
See it just goes to show: give the best that you have (See?); give your life; give your time; give everything to Christ. And that same Spirit that lived in Christ lives in you, and--and your influence in your neighborhood and upon the people that you deal with, will be so much like Christ till it'll work the same thing Christ did.

GREATER.THAN.SOLOMON_ HOT.SPRINGS.AR V-20 N-11 FRIDAY_ 63-0628E
144 Now, we find out that she'd read the scrolls, and she knowed the nature of what Jehovah was: all wisdom. And when she pitched her little tents, tucked her gifts back in the corner, find out whether it was right or not... If it's right, it's worth everything she's got. If it isn't right, take it back.
And I think the same thing tonight. If this plan of salvation that we're contending for is right, we owe everything that we got: our life, our time, our everything else. If it isn't right, then find out what is right, 'cause you've just got this one life, and it'll soon be over. Search the Scriptures first and see if it compares with the Scripture.

UNWELCOMED.CHRIST_ JEFF.IN V-26 N-20 SUNDAY_ 55-0911
272 He's worthy of the best. What do you do for Him? Give Him the leftover. Oh, yes, you run around all day, and give Him three minutes at night before you go to bed. He deserves your best, friend. He deserves everything you got. But what do you do about it? You give Him just anything. He takes it. He takes it, anyhow. He--He takes it.
But she said, "I want the best." And it cost her everything she had to get the best. That's what you ought to do. Give your best, to give Him your best. Give Him the best of your life. Give Him the best of your songs. Give Him all your talent. Give Him everything you got. Give Him your feet. Give Him your hands. Give Him your eyes. Give Him your mouth. Give Him your ears. Give Him your soul. Give Him your heart. Give Him your praise. Give Him everything you got. Hallelujah. He's deserving of the best.
She said, "I want the best you got."
"Why," he said, "let's see how much money you got, first." So he pours the sock out, counts it out. Yep, two hundred and eighty pieces of Roman denarii, that's just exactly what it cost. Then he goes over and gets the box, sets it out to her.

GOD'S.WRAPPED.GIFT_ JEFF.IN V-14 N-8 SUNDAY_ 60-1225
202 She poured the oil upon His feet. The whole room lit up with it. It was costly. There's nothing too good for Jesus. Give Him your best. Give Him everything you got: your life, your soul, your being, your time, all that you have, give to Him.
And she happened to look. She was standing there. Oh, my. She poured this oil on His--on His head. Then reached down to His feet, and begin... Oh, she--she picked up His feet, and looked, they were dirty. She had nothing that she... She got to thinking about her sins, and she said, "Surely, He--He'll--He'll condemn me." So when she had put the oil upon His neck, and rubbed it, then she got down there and she got ahold of His feet.
And she fell down, and she started crying, "Oh, I'm such a sinner, to stand before this Man. I'm such a sinner." And she looked up, and her big, pretty eyes. She thought, "He--He--He'll about kick me out of this room." But He never moved; He just set and looked at her. Oh, I like that. He just set and looked at her. "Oh, He knows my heart, I can feel Him right now reading right down in my mind. He knows I'm no good. I know it, Lord, but I can't stand to see You with the dirty feet. I just can't stand it. You're my only hope. I can't stand it."
What beautiful water for His feet. Oh, tears of repentance. Oh, oh. Old Pharisee couldn't furnish nothing like that. Waters, tears running down her cheeks...

GOD'S.WRAPPED.GIFT_ JEFF.IN V-14 N-8 SUNDAY_ 60-1225
206 And she begin to rub them, and [Brother Branham makes kissing sounds--Ed.] kissing His feet. Oh, It was her Lord; kissing His feet. She had no--she had no towel to dry it with. So I guess her curls, she had done up on top of her head must've fell down, because she took her hair and begin to--to wipe His feet with it. And kissing His feet, saying, "Lord, You know. Lord, You know I--I'm a sinner. I--I hate to be here before You like this, but I can't stand to see You with dirty feet." Oh, my. Jesus with dirty feet, unwelcomed, not a kiss on the neck. She was even kissing His feet, "Lord [kissing sounds], O Lord, O Lord, I--I'm--I'm a sinner. [kissing sounds] You know I am, Lord."

Oh, what a welcome she gave Him! Lets welcome Him into our lives with this same abandonment! Nothing in reserve. Do you feel that debt of gratitude? Does it overwelm you to see His dirty feet of neglect today? Then welcome Him without reserve! Welcome Him and He will speak from you without you taking thought. Your light will shine of Its own accord.