He was preaching: “Someone more powerful than I will come after me. I am not worthy to stoop down and untie the strap of His sandals.

So many people gathered together that there was no more room, not even in the doorway, and He was speaking the message to them.

He lived in the tombs. No one was able to restrain him anymore—even with chains—

While He was still speaking, people came from the synagogue leader’s house and said, “Your daughter is dead. Why bother the Teacher anymore?”

Then He ordered them to tell no one, but the more He would order them, the more they would proclaim it.

He set out from there and went to the region of Judea and across the Jordan. Then crowds converged on Him again and, as He usually did, He began teaching them once more.

So they were even more astonished, saying to one another, “Then who can be saved?”

who will not receive 100 times more, now at this time—houses, brothers and sisters, mothers and children, and fields, with persecutions—and eternal life in the age to come.

Many people told him to keep quiet, but he was crying out all the more, “Have mercy on me, Son of David!”

And to love Him with all your heart, with all your understanding, and with all your strength, and to love your neighbor as yourself, is far more important than all the burnt offerings and sacrifices.”

Summoning His disciples, He said to them, “I assure you: This poor widow has put in more than all those giving to the temple treasury.

For this oil might have been sold for more than 300 denarii and given to the poor.” And they began to scold her.

Then Pilate said to them, “Why? What has He done wrong?”

But they shouted, “Crucify Him!” all the more.

They tried to give Him wine mixed with myrrh, but He did not take it.