We were all around the Master. The fire was glowing, the wood crackling softly, throwing a glow out into the woods. It was quiet. No one else was around. He began to speak. "What you are about to hear, now in this place, just us and in the dark, proclaim tomorrow in the daylight." "The words I speak, are washing words, you are now my friends, no longer servants." So go and carry with you no scrip, no bags, no extra cloaks or food, for sufficient for the day are the problems of that day."
So we listened, enraptured, captured by his word. We put them away in our hearts for we knew the power of his word. Just the day before we watched him still the waters, as we were all afraid of being overturned in our boat. "What kind of man was this.? People said. We knew... he is Lord.
Private places and private words he spoke in the darkness. Parables one after another came at us confusing us, making us marvel at his word and who he was. Just 12 of us, and we were to "go into all the world." Well the world to us was local. Family, friends, villages, and they did not listen to us at all.
"Who then would? Will you? Will they?
Listen carefully, in the secret place...................in the quiet you will hear him.
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