Wednesday morning came. We aren’t sure what Jesus did, but He awoke in Bethany again. Perhaps He had breakfast with His dearest friends. A long slow meal,  His last with these friends who had followed Him these three years. Listened. Followed. Loved. And, oh, He loved them, too. He knew they didn’t fully understand what… Continue reading

Mark 11 – 12 After seeing the withered fig tree, and hearing Jesus’ response  the disciples (and Jesus) returned to Jerusalem. Still crowded, of course. It would be for a while. The Pharisees and scribes had filled the Temple with everything but prayer and worship. Jesus had cleared it of its unworthy activity the day… Continue reading

Mark 11: 12-25 It was the morning after. Having made quite the entrance into Jerusalem – palm branches waved and laid down; hosannas lifted high – Jesus and His disciples woke up in Bethany again. Good friends are just that. Good. There’s no mention of Martha this morning. I suspect she’d have been up at… Continue reading