Jesus now felt that the time had come for Him to move on to Jerusalem to meet there the crowning act of His strange career.  And, knowing full well that such a course would be virtually thrusting His head into the very jaws of the lion of ecclesiastical and temporal authority, He set His feet firmly on the road which led to Jerusalem, the capital city, and the center of ecclesiastical influence.  And that road was a hard one to travel, for, as He neared the capital, His enemies increased in number and the opposition to Him grew stronger.  At one village He had been denied the right of shelter, an indignity almost unknown in Oriental lands.  In another place a large rock was hurled at Him and wounded Him severely.  The mob had turned against Him and was repaying His kind services with abuse and personal violence.  And this is ever the lot of the teacher of the Truth who scatters the sacred pearls of Truth before the swine of the unworthy multitude of people.  Over and over again has this fact been brought home to those who would labor for the good of the world.  And still we hear the querulous complaint that the Inner Teaching is reserved for the Few—­why not scatter it broadcast among the people?  The stake, the rack, the stones, the prison cell, the cross and their modern prototypes—­these are the silent answers to the question.

Moving on toward Jerusalem the little company reached Perea, a number of miles from Bethany, at which latter place dwelt a family of His friends—­the two sisters, Martha and Mary, and their brother Lazarus.  At this place He was met by a messenger from Bethany, who bore the sad news that His friend Lazarus was sick unto death, and who also begged the Master to return to Bethany and cure the man.  But this Jesus refused to do, and allowed several days to pass without answering the summons.  At the end of the several days He started toward Bethany, telling His disciples that Lazarus was dead.  And reaching Bethany they found that it was indeed so—­Lazarus was dead and in the tomb.

Jesus was received with scowling antagonism.  The people seemed to say, “Here is this heretical imposter again.  He feared to come even to the aid of His dying friend.  His power has failed Him and He now stands discredited and exposed!” Then came Martha, who reproached the Master with His indifference and delay.  He answered her that Lazarus should rise again, but she doubted His word.  Then came Mary, whose grief brought tears even from the Master, who had seen so much of human suffering as to have found his eyes refuse to weep.

Then asked the Master, “Where have you laid him away?” and they took Him to the tomb, followed by the curious mob hungering for the sight of more wonders from the man whom they feared even while hating and reviling Him.  Jesus stood before the dreary tomb and bade the men roll away the stone that closed the mouth of the tomb.  The men hesitated, for they knew that a corpse lay within, and they even perceived the characteristic odor of the tomb issuing therefrom.  But the Master insisting upon it, they rolled away the stone and Jesus stood full in front of the dark opening to the cavern.