ot answer, but continued to look out over the dark lake. Why
had these men followed him all the way out here to tell him this? Were
they trying to convince him they were loyal in spite of the day's
dispute? Or were they trying to persuade him to do what they wanted?
Jesus turned to them. "What made you do a thing like that?" he demanded.
"Don't you know that we are trying to give the power of God to everyone
who will believe--we are not trying to keep it to ourselves!"

"But he was not one of us," explained James, amazed.

"That makes no difference," answered Jesus. "Are we jealous of his
power? Do we think always of our own reputation?"

"But doesn't it make any difference who has power in our Kingdom?" asked
James, dumfounded.

"We don't even know the man!" exclaimed John.

"Do not forbid him," replied Jesus. "No one who does a mighty work in my
name will be able soon after to speak evil of me. For he that is not
against us is for us. If a person so much as gives you a cup of water in
my name, God remembers him for it!" His voice was now calm, with the
note of sorrow which the men had heard twice before on this day.

"Do you still not understand what is going to happen in Jerusalem?" he
said. "I have told you already that I shall be killed! I am not going to
Jerusalem to seek the praise of men, but to give up my life for the sake
of all men. I shall be betrayed into the power of the high priests. They
will hand me over to the Romans to be killed!"

"Master!" cried James desperately. "Do not say such a thing!" Fear
chilled him, and the very night seemed to threaten. James had been
fighting this thought ever since Jesus had first mentioned his death.
"That can never, never happen!"

"In spite of all I have said, you still understand little of my work,"
said Jesus and left the two men. They did not try to follow, but stood
listening to the sound of his footsteps dying away. Then they turned
back. There could be no mistaking his meaning this time: the Master knew
he would die in Jerusalem.

[Illustration]

13. THE MESSIAH MUST DIE

The next day, Jesus left Capernaum with the Twelve, traveling swiftly on
the main highway toward Tiberias, Jericho, and Jerusalem. Early in the
afternoon, a wind rose from the south. The sky grew dark; clouds scudded
overhead as the disciples plodded along the dusty road. The Lake of
Galilee lay to their left. When the sun shone it was refreshing, blue
and cool. Now the wat