A large crowd surrounded Jesus and us. Along the way, beggars sat. A blind man was also sitting by the roadside begging. "What's all the noise about," he asked another beggar. "Jesus of Nazareth is coming this way."
We were all resting, and I saw James and John's mother walk over to Jesus with her sons and, kneeling down, asked a favor of him. "What is it you want?" he asked. She said, "Grant that one of these two sons of mine may sit at your right and the other at your left in your kingdom." "You don't know what you are asking,"
I want to be able to say that I'm never stumped. That I have the perfect answer for every question. Except, I don't. Sometimes the right answer is the wrong answer. It's correct, but it isn't what is needed.
We began moving in the direction of Jerusalem. While Jesus walked ahead, I had a sense of astonishment for some reason. The other people that were following us were murmuring in fear. I couldn't figure it out.