There was a deathly quiet. ‘I do not know what to think…he was my teacher and friend,’ he said. ‘I told him to lay low for a while and let the anger subside,’ she mentioned. ‘I wondered how he was going to pull it off…it seemed more than a man could do…even a talented man,’ he said as he mended his net. ‘He told me that he would have to leave for a short time but would be back and give me a piggyback ride,’ The Young One said. ‘When he spoke I could hear music,’ The Old Lady said. ‘I never heard a voice like his…he sounded like many waters,’ M.M. said. ‘He spat on the ground, made clay of the spittle, and put the clay on my eyes…I was blind before the clay…and now I see,’ said the Former Blind Man.

‘Tomorrow I fish…I do not know what else to do,’ said the Fisherman. ‘He said that he would rise again…but dead is dead if you ask me,’ said D.T. ‘You know at times he seemed as human as you and I until he began to speak of his Father and his Kingdom…then a transformation occurred and I knew that I was in the presence of greatness,’ John said. ‘The Religious Elders were going to stone me…I was so frightened that I could not catch my breath…he began to write in the sand and one by one they dropped their stones and walked away…he asked me where my accusers were…I answered that I had none,’ said the Woman. ‘The people hated me…I am a tax collector…I climbed up into a sycamore tree to get a better look at him…he called out to me to come down and that he was going to come to my house for lunch,’ said Z. ‘I was with him when he looked over Jerusalem and he was profoundly sad…as he often was,’ he said. ‘He understood me better than anyone that I have ever met…he loved everyone without judgment…he spoke of a Peaceable Kingdom,’ she said.

‘Well, I am going to the tomb to pray…Lazarus told me that he believed what he said about returning,’ M.M. said.