We’ve all been called to something at one time or another. Maybe it’s nothing more than a call from a friend to join a party or take a trip. Or perhaps it’s something much more serious, like a calling to a lifelong task or career, one that you may (or may not) feel qualified to perform. When the call comes, how do you respond? How do you decide?

After this the Lord appointed seventy-two others and sent them on ahead of him in pairs to every town and place where he himself intended to go. He said to them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest. 

Here I am again, the “Anonymous Apostle.” You thought you were through with me, didn’t you? But I am back to tell you another story about Jesus. See what you think.

This tale might well be called the “Interruption of the Interruption.” But of course, I had no idea that Jesus had already been interrupted, by none other than the leader of our synagogue, a man named Jairus. All I was trying to do was keep as much out of sight as possible, drawing no attention to myself.

Here’s the question: “How do I look?” You may wonder about this question, but to me, it was once all-important: “How do I look?” And you may also wonder about why it was so important to me. Read on as I try to answer this question and see what you think.

Parables were a customary style of teaching in our time, the time of Jesus. And Jesus told many parables, quite a few of which have become cornerstones of our Christian faith. Even quoting the titles of some, like the Prodigal Son or the Good Samaritan, instantly produces a visual picture, the scene of a seemingly ordinary story that carries a strong spiritual message. 

Once when Jesus was praying alone, with only the disciples near him, he asked them, “Who do the crowds say that I am?” They answered, “John the Baptist; but others, Elijah; and still others, that one of the ancient prophets has arisen.” He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” Peter answered, “The Messiah of God.”

Jesus left that place and went away to the district of Tyre and Sidon. Just then a Canaanite woman from that region came out and started shouting, ‘Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David; my daughter is tormented by a demon.’ But he did not answer her at all. And his disciples came and urged him, saying, ‘Send her away, for she keeps shouting after us.’ He answered, ‘I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.’ But she came and knelt before him, saying, ‘Lord, help me.’ He answered, ‘It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.’  She said, ‘Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table.’  Then Jesus answered her, ‘Woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish.’ And her daughter was healed instantly.

First of all, let me admit that I am confused, very confused. I hope, by the time you read this letter, in your century, that all has become clear. Actually, my real hope is that, by your time, God’s kingdom will have already come. Because, you should know, in my time, what you call the first century, God’s kingdom remains where it has always been, in heaven.

“As he approached Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging. When he heard a crowd going by, he asked what was happening. They told him, ‘Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.’  Then he shouted, ‘Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!’  Those who were in front sternly ordered him to be quiet, but he shouted even more loudly, ‘Son of David, have mercy on me!’  Jesus stood still and ordered the man to be brought to him, and when he came near, he asked him, ‘What do you want me to do for you?’ He said, ‘Lord, let me see again.’  Jesus said to him, ‘Receive your sight; your faith has saved you.’  Immediately he regained his sight and followed him, glorifying God, and all the people, when they saw it, praised God.” (Luke 18)

"Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me. The poor you will always have with you, and you can help them any time you want. But you will not always have me. She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial. Truly I tell you, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her."

I had heard of Jesus but had never seen or met him. He had quite a reputation, though, appealing mostly to the disrespected and disregarded, but anathema to those in power. Many hoped he was the Messiah, born to restore Israel by force of arms.

First of all, you must understand that I live in a dark time. If you read on, you’ll no doubt agree. Assuredly, my family agrees, as do all of my friends, the brothers and sisters in our tiny faith community. Sometimes, I must confess, the darkness seems so strong that I fear it will overwhelm us. It can be so very discouraging. When will the good ever triumph over evil? Will it ever? How long must we wait? How long?

I followed along, not knowing where they were going, nor knowing why I was not arrested along with her. Was there some mistake? Had my important position shielded me from arrest? Or was it because of my friends in high places?

Then Jesus, again greatly disturbed, came to the tomb. It was a cave, and a stone was lying against it. Jesus said, ‘Take away the stone.’ Martha, the sister of the dead man, said to him, ‘Lord, already there is a stench because he has been dead for four days.’ Jesus said to her, ‘Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God?’ So they took away the stone. And Jesus looked upwards and said, ‘Father, I thank you for having heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I have said this for the sake of the crowd standing here, so that they may believe that you sent me.’ When he had said this, he cried with a loud voice, ‘Lazarus, come out!’

Someone from the crowd answered him, “Teacher, I brought you my son; he has a spirit that makes him unable to speak, and whenever it seizes him, it dashes him down, and he foams and grinds his teeth and becomes rigid, and I asked your disciples to cast it out, but they could not do so.” He answered them, “Bring him to me.” And they brought the boy to him. Jesus asked the father, “How long has this been happening to him?” And he said, “From childhood.  It has often cast him into the fire and into the water, to destroy him; but if you are able to do anything, help us! Have compassion on us!”  Jesus said to him, “If you are able! All things can be done for the one who believes.” Immediately the father of the child cried out, “I believe; help my unbelief!” 

When they had come near Jerusalem and had reached Bethphage, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, saying to them, ‘Go into the village ahead of you, and immediately you will find a donkey tied, and a colt with her; untie them and bring them to me.  If anyone says anything to you, just say this, “The Lord needs them.” And he will send them immediately.’ This took place to fulfil what had been spoken through the prophet, saying,

‘Tell the daughter of Zion,Look, your king is coming to you,    humble, and mounted on a donkey, and on a colt, the foal of a donkey.’

“On the following day, when they came from Bethany, he was hungry. Seeing in the distance a fig tree in leaf, he went to see whether perhaps he would find anything on it. When he came to it, he found nothing but leaves, for it was not the season for figs. He said to it, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again.” And his disciples heard it.”

“Very truly, I tell you, anyone who does not enter the sheepfold by the gate but climbs in by another way is a thief and a bandit. The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep hear his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they know his voice. They will not follow a stranger, but they will run from him because they do not know the voice of strangers.”

Jesus used this figure of speech with them, but they did not understand what he was saying to them.

There’s so much that I could tell you about the final week that Jesus spent in Jerusalem. That week, now called Holy Week, was packed with amazing events, deep emotions, and history that will live on forever and never be forgotten.