XXXV.
With His Friends
The hatred of our Lord's enemies was growing in
intensity day by day. They were now fully resolved
upon His death, but they feared the people. And well
they might. He had been amongst them now nearly
three years, "curing every disease and every infirmity."
Thousands of poor sufferers—demoniacs, lepers, the
blind, the paralyzed, the deaf, the dumb, had been made
happy by His kind word or His gentle touch. Would
the people suffer harm to come near Him? This was
the question the rulers asked somewhat anxiously when
they met together, priests and scribes, Pharisees, Sadducees,
Herodians, all united for once by their common
hatred of Him "who went about doing good." How
was His death to be brought about? How, without
danger to themselves, could they get Him into their
power? Alas! there was one at hand ready to help
them.
Meantime our Lord, who knew every word spoken in their secret councils, was on His way to Jerusalem. His hour was now nearly come, and He went forth bravely to meet it. St. Mark tells us that He walked so fast, on this His last journey to the Holy City, that the Twelve "were astonished and following Him were afraid." Some vague apprehension of coming trouble frightened them, though they did not understand that the redemption of the world was to be wrought by means of the sufferings and death of which their Master had now so frequently spoken. The Kingdom! the Kingdom! this was the cry of their hearts still.
