So everyone went to be registered, each to his own town.

When the sun was setting, all those who had anyone sick with various diseases brought them to Him. As He laid His hands on each one of them, He would heal them.

For each tree is known by its own fruit. Figs aren’t gathered from thornbushes, or grapes picked from a bramble bush.

They are like children sitting in the marketplace and calling to each other:

We played the flute for you,
but you didn’t dance;
we sang a lament,
but you didn’t weep!

(For about 5,000 men were there.)

Then He told His disciples, “Have them sit down in groups of about 50 each.”

Give us each day our daily bread.

But the Lord answered him and said, “Hypocrites! Doesn’t each one of you untie his ox or donkey from the feeding trough on the Sabbath and lead it to water?

“So he summoned each one of his master’s debtors. ‘How much do you owe my master?’ he asked the first one.

That very day Herod and Pilate became friends. Previously, they had been hostile toward each other.

Then He asked them, “What is this dispute that you’re having with each other as you are walking?” And they stopped walking and looked discouraged.

So they said to each other, “Weren’t our hearts ablaze within us while He was talking with us on the road and explaining the Scriptures to us?”