Jesus knows roots.
Fig tree. On the road to Jerusalem. Cursed by Jesus for its fruitlessness. “May no one ever eat fruit from you again.”
Not even fig-bearing season, the disciples note. But they’re listening.
And we are too. Wondering. Pondering.

Jesus knows roots.
Fig tree. On the road to Jerusalem. Cursed by Jesus for its fruitlessness. “May no one ever eat fruit from you again.”
Not even fig-bearing season, the disciples note. But they’re listening.
And we are too. Wondering. Pondering.

Ordained plan. From the beginning.
But religious leaders of the day were not picking up on God’s Word revealed. Prophecy fulfilled.
They just heard what Jesus said. And knew without a doubt by His choice of words: this rabbi, with his ragtag followers, was claiming to be God.
Blasphemy.
And they were furious. Deadly furious.
He would not be tolerated.
