
Now back to John on the couch with the Chihuahuas. Those of you who missed the events of last week, Marti and I have had the inside of our house painted. After a week of chaos, I moved Marti to a motel 45 minutes away while I stayed in the house, sleeping on the couch with the dogs and the mess.



It was the beginning of the end for Jesus. He was at the peak of His popularity. Crowds were building wherever He went. Many had been touched and healed by Jesus. The crippled were walking, the blind could see, the deaf could hear, and lepers had been pronounced clean by temple priests. You couldn’t beat that kind of publicity. Everything was building toward the Passover celebration.








