The crowds grew day by day.  Soon there were so many, he had to go to the top of a mountain to speak to them. They waited eagerly and hung on every word he had to say.  Many of those words were new to them.  Most of these people were used to the old laws, but my son had different things too tell them.  His purpose was finally becoming known – not just to me, but to the thousands who hungered for his message.

He related to those starving minds that this world was only temporary.  He taught us how to pray – not as those who made hypocrites of themselves, but in the quiet moments of our lives, in silent supplication and humility before God.  He told us not to worry about things – not to store up treasures on earth – to look forward to our time in eternity – to ask God to fill our needs and then be sure that He would.  He told us how to love each other – even those who persecuted or hated us.

There were people from all walks of life – even members of the Sanhedrin.   They all wondered at his words, because his was a new and freeing message.  It wasn’t meant as a cry for uprising or rebellion, but it was a call to freedom.  He had an authority they had never heard before.

Could this be the Messiah we had all waited for?  Was his life was finally being revealed to me?  There was so much he wanted to say, but he knew his time was growing short.  With that in mind, he packed so much information into one sermon- timely, pertinent, guides for living and fulfillment of the law.

I was finally beginning to realize why all of this was happening.