When he did, kapow! Little Miss Mischief-maker snapped the plate flat, and the butter square shot upward with an audible twap! as it stuck to the ceiling. Everyone, except our teacher, was privy to the naughty happenings in the classroom. Kids quickly passed butter-loaded plates around each time he turned away from us. As each butter pat shot to the ceiling, the room erupted with snorts and laughter.
Category: compassion
Little Man. Big Tree. Part II
The crowd that had been following Yeshua into the city, hoping to witness something extraordinary, watched Him walk straight past all of them and into the house of the one person in Jericho nobody would have chosen.
Little Man. Big Tree. Part I
And Zacchaeus was not just a tax collector… he was the chief tax collector. He ran the whole operation in Jericho, one of the wealthiest cities in the region, sitting on major trade routes where goods moved constantly, and every cart, every merchant, every transaction was an opportunity to take a cut.
His neighbors knew exactly how he had gotten rich. He had gotten rich by bleeding them.