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On this date in history, more than 2000 years ago, Jesus and his friends arrived at the home of Mary, Martha, and Lazarus for supper. Two months before, Jesus had raised Lazarus from the dead. He was a good friend of the family.
On his way to Bethany, and ultimately Jerusalem, Jesus made several stops. He knew this was his final trek through the countryside. He was fully aware of the destiny waiting in Jerusalem. The beatings. The death. The three days before he would come back to life again.
And yet, he made time for people. For children who clamored around him and received a blessing. For ten lepers asking to be healed. For two blind beggars sitting outside the city gates at Jericho. And for a short tax-collector up a tree.
Even on his way to death, Jesus paused to love people. To help them. To bless them. To be kind and patient even when he knew they didn’t have a clue. Even when they asked for all the wrong things like seats of honor in his Kingdom.
If Jesus could do all that on his way to the cross, surely I can be nice today. Surely I can walk this way. And, hopefully, like Blind Bartimaeus, I will eventually see the light.