And We Thought We Knew You:
Soul Journey With the Real Jesus

Vol. II:  Dream Maker
Peter's Mother-In-Law
THE HAND OF GOD
Around AD 22
Bethsaida, Galilee [1]
    Esther's hands are getting old.� Brown spots appearing.� Cracks.� Knotted with arthritis.� Blue veins sticking up everywhere like crossroads.
    At first she had fought accepting her aging, just like he fought accepting Peter.� Eventually she was forced to accept both.� Well, Peter had been okay as long as he wasn't related.� When he started to talk wild like he could sometimes, Esther could always send him home.
    She has been like a mother to Andrew and Peter since their mother died a few years ago.� Jonah is a good father and they like working with him in the family business, but there are just some voids that cannot be filled by a father. [2]
    Both Andrew and Peter call her Mother.� It's just as well.� Peter married her daughter a few years ago.� Against her mother's better judgment.� Oh, how they argued over Peter.
    "But Mother, I love Peter.� I've known him all my life.� I should know by now that he's the one for me."
    Sure, Peter's a lot of fun, but he's so impulsive."
    "You mean spontaneous."
    "Remember the time he came showed up at your baby cousin's circumcision wearing garland of leafs on his head?� He's so unpredictable!" [3]
     "You mean whimsical.� I like him just the way he is, and I'll marry him if he asks me."  I just ask for your approval and blessing.
    Pretending not to hear, her mother continues.  "And he wears that sword all the time.� He's just asking for trouble." [4]
    "Mother, he promised to be careful with it and only use it when he has to."
    "Why don't you fall in love with Peter's brother, Andrew, instead?� Now there's a nice stable young man.� You could really rely on him.� He'd give you a good home."  [5]
    "But Andrew is boring.� I love Peter.� Besides, can you think of anything Peter's ever done that wasn't honorable?� He's got a good heart."
     And so there was a wedding in Bethsaida, Galilee. [6]
    The betrothal of Peter and Patrice [7] was finalized at the feast at Jonah's house.� She spent the day at his house getting all dressed up with her maids while he spent the day with his friends.� That night for the traditional parade through town returning to his house and his new bride, Peter wore a fine linen wedding garment and also wore a bearskin belt around his waist and attached bells to his shoes.
    At least no one else associated with the wedding feast acted so strangely.� At least Andrew, Jim and John all wore normal clothes and normal sandals.
    The newly weds set up housekeeping with Peter's father, Jonah, at first so they can save up enough money to buy a home of their own.� Jonah added a little money of his own as a belated wedding gift.� A year later they've accomplished their goal. [8]
Capernaum, Galilee [9]
    Patrice's parents are pleasantly surprised at the size of the house Peter is able to purchase.� He's doing better with the fishing business than they'd thought.� Maybe Patrice was right.� Maybe.� So the couple moves out and takes Andrew with them. [10]
    A year later Peter makes a visit to a carpenter and the next day a load of lumber is left in the vacant land next to their house.� Peter gets out his tools and begins to saw and hammer away, leaving Patrice to guess what he was doing.�
    "An in-law apartment.� That's what.� Your folks are getting old.� We need to take care of them."
    "Besides, your mother makes the best honey cakes in the world.� I'm going to get my very own endless supply."
     When her parents are told what he was doing, Abel starts coming over to "supervise" the construction.� Peter goes along with it and makes father Abel feel important.
     They all make the adjustment well.� They eat together, and spend most evenings together.� The rest of the time each couple lives fairly independently of the other.
AD 26
    Then there is Andrew.� He has decided that John the Baptizer is a real prophet.� Sometimes he takes time off work to go down south to Judea hear him speak to people and immerse them in the common ceremonial cleansing manner.� He's gone a week at a time. [11]
    "Peter, you've got to hear this man!� He's predicting that the new kingdom of God is coming very soon.� It could be any day!� You've got to come and hear him for yourself."�
    Although their personalities are different, Peter and Andrew are close.� Like brothers should be.
    "You know we can't both be gone at the same time," Peter responds.� "That wouldn't be fair to Father.� You covered for me while I was building on to the house, and when our first baby was born.� You go ahead and go sometimes.� I'll keep covering for you.� I know how seriously you're taking all this."
    "Thanks, Peter, for believing me.� Yes, it is serious.� John is going to announce the new king of the new kingdom one of these days.� I want to be here when he does.� I want to meet that man, whoever he is." [12]
    A week later....
    "Patrice, I've got to go to Bethany.� I heard they're importing a different kind of fish nets there and want to go inspect them for myself.� I'll be back in a week.� It's important that I go."
    "But Andrew isn't back yet."
    "I talked to Father.� He said he'd be okay."
    "Your father has the patience of Job.� I've never known anyone like him.� Your mother must have been a very happy woman."
    "Yes, they were very happy together."� Peter grins widely.� "All the tricks Mother pulled on poor ole Father.� He had to be patient.� Like the time she put olives in the raisin cakes to satisfy her cravings when she was expecting Andrew.� She tried to make Father eat it too!"
    Little does Peter realize this trip to Bethany will change his life.� Drastically.� In a forever way. �It will change Patrice's life too.� Actually the lives of them all.
    But in the foreseeable future, it will most change Esther's life.� Particularly, it will save her life.�
    Peter goes to Bethany and is still gone after three weeks.�
    Esther goes to the market for fresh fruit and vegetables as is her daily habit.� On her way home, Esther feels woozy.� She stops and sits on a curb awhile.� The wooziness leaves briefly, then returns.� As soon as it goes away again, she gets up and turns back toward home, hoping she can make it before the spell returns.� She has to stop a few times on her way home, but finally makes it to her front gate.
    "Mother," Patrice calls out, knowing the rattling of the gate latch is her mother.� "I got a message from Peter a few minutes ago.� He is...."
    Esther makes her way inside the gate but does not relatch it.� She hangs on to it.� Her face is red.
    "Patrice, help me into the house."
    The two women make it to the entrance of the in-law apartment.� Patrice calls out.� "Father!� Come help us!� Father...."
    Abel comes out and, with his arthritic hands, reaches out to help balance his wife and walk her inside.� Her knees buckle, and he picks her up in his arms, surprised a little at his own strength.� Abel hasn't carried his wife in a long time, he recalls.� A very long time.� When Patrice was born he did once.� He couldn't think of another time.
    Patrice runs ahead of them and turns down the bed for her mother.� While her father gets her in, she stops a child in the street and asks him to rush to the doctor's home and ask him to come.�
    He's out of town.� He's my uncle.� He's gone somewhere."
   "'I'm going to go fix you some soup, Mother, "  Patrice calls out as she goes through the door leading directly into the rest of the house.
    Abel sits down and looks at his wife helplessly.� Oh, this can't be THE TIME.� He can't lose her.� Not yet.� He's not ready.� They're not ready.��
    "Here, Esther, take this."
She opens her eyes, but closes them again.
    "Come on, Esther, you've got to take this."
Still no real response.
"Now Esther.� This is a good herb.� You've given it to everyone for a fever.� Now it's your turn."
     He sets the small goblet of water with herbs mixed in it on a nearby table.� He props up a couple pillows behind her head so she can drink.
     "All right now.� Now you can drink it.� Open your mouth, sweetheart, so I can sip a little of it.� Help me out, now, honey.� That's good.� That's it.� Now you can go back to sleep."
    Esther obeys her husband's instruction.� He's content.� But he leaves the other pillows behind her head.� The soup will be coming soon.
    The soup does arrive.� But Esther's completely asleep.
    "I don't want to disturb your mother.� Just put the bowl on the table.� If she wakes up, I'll make sure she gets some."
    "Okay, Father.� Are you okay?� Sure?"
    Patrice leaves.�
    Esther's head is aching.� Abel's heart is aching.� How can he give her up?
    "Oh My God, help my Esther.� Give her strength.� Give her fight.� Make her win, God!"
     He falls asleep.� It is morning.� Esther is a little better.� "Oh, I think I missed dinner last night,"; she mumbles.� Abel wakes up and grins.
    "Well, good morning, my love.� And how are we today?"
    "I don't know how WE are, but my head hurts."
    She tries to get up, but quickly lies back down on her pillows.
    "Well then, you'll just have to stay in bed today and be waited on."
    "Mother?� Father?� May I come in?"
    "Sure thing, Patrice."
    "I'm just fine," Esther whispers.� Then she closes her eyes and is soon sleeping again.� Soon lying motionless in her bed.� Abel splashes water on his face and returns to his chair pulled up near her.� He hides his fears.
    "Now, go on daughter.� We'll be fine.� I'll call if we need anything.� We'll be fine."
    "Okay, Father."
But no changes occur.
    "I will read the scriptures to you this morning, Esther.� How about one of the Psalms?"
    But Esther's probably back asleep by now.� Abel is reading the Psalm mostly for himself.�
    All day he sits, except to go into the main house and get some lunch, and later some dinner.
    "When is Peter going to be back home?"
    "I got another message from him this morning.� He said the next king of the Jews has been announced.� He's joined Andrew.� It's Jesus.� He lives up this way.� They're going to travel together to return home." [13]
    All night.� Once again.� The fever lingers.� No change.� Just lingering.� Dawdling.� What for?� God, what are you waiting for?
    Morning.� He crawls out of bed.� Wrinkled.� Musty.� Needing to get on some fresh clothes.� Patrice comes in with some clean sheets.� Together they gently roll Esther over to one side of the bed while they put the clean ones on, then to the other side.� Patrice gets Esther's familiar comb out and gently combs her mother's hair.� Then she leans over toward the chair nearby and kisses her father on the forehead.
    "I'm in here if you need anything."
    And so it goes for a few days and nights, then a few more days and nights.� The doctor has returned to town, but says it's just a matter of waiting.
    Esther's tangled white hair still slides and shifts restlessly on her pillow.� Confused.� The tresses aren't used to lying on a pillow so much.� More, it is used to lying on delicate feminine shoulders or flowing in the wind or peaking out from behind a veil.
    Abel gets up and goes into the main house to get some of Patrice's lunch.
    Now Esther's silky hair is still.� Her everyday life is still.� Her body is still.� Waiting for that inner strength in her bones and her blood to take over and fight the disease, whatever it is.
    Esther waits patiently.� Usually.� Sometimes she raises herself slightly to ease a cramped hip.� Sometimes she raises the cover and lowers it again, trying to smooth it out around her chin.� Sometimes her eyes wander around the room disinterestedly, not seeing anything worth looking at.
    Then there are the slight groans which slip unintentionally from her lips, for she never wanted to burden anyone.� The words that no one quite knows if she understands as she utters them.� "Blue, blue, blue, blue...."� "I see my father...."� "I'm afraid.� No, I'm not...."� "Shaking...."� "I'm thirsty, please."
    Her body has grown thin over the years, but now even the bones around her hips have no protective fat.� Her arms, dotted with age marks, now bear large bruises from poor circulation.
    She half-way sleeps.� Eyes half open.� Mouth half open.� Breathing too labored.� As she sleeps, she fights.� Fights for strength.� For illusive recovery.� Sleeping.� Breathing.� Fighting.� Day after day after day after....
    And she dreams.� Fitful dreams.� Delightful dreams.� Escape dreams.� Dreams of days gone by.� "It went so fast," she utters.� And stirs.
    Abel is now sleeping on a mat in their room so he doesn't disturb her during the night.� In the mornings, he gets cleaned up and comes back to her to wake her up.� As he does so he brings back moments of the way things always were.� He kisses her into awareness.� They'd always kissed when he'd returned to her.� He'd always asked, "How was your day, dear?" though now it's, "How was your night?"�
     He smiles and teases a moment, though now it is done quietly so as to not interrupt the healing.� He takes her hand and pats it gently like he did when they were dating forty years earlier.�����������
    Patrice comes into the shaded room.� "Hi, Mother!"� No response.� "How was your night, Mother?"� I brought you some juice.� Would you like some juice, Mother?� Are you in any pain?� Did you drink any of the herbs?"
    Mother responds.� "Excuse me.� Excuse me.� Excuse me."� Daughter giggles, trying to lighten up the all-too-often heavy moments that envelope the room and weigh down loving hearts.
    Tears slip to the surface of Patrice's eyes, she turns her back quickly.� In a brief positive-thinking moment, she turns back around smiling courageously ~ always courageously ~ but through strained eyes at Mother.
    Mother's tired.� Husband's tired.� Daughter's tired.� The illness keeps going.� On, and on, and....
    Esther's husband sits on the other side of the bed.� "You must take the good with the bad, you know," he tells visitors bravely.� Others see an old lady, wrinkled and worn.� He has a secret though.� He sees beauty and vivaciousness.
    She closes her eyes once more and he closes his with her.� Their spirits ~ always one ~ unite and soar to yesterday.� They dance on the clouds and swing around the stars.� The perfume of moondrops fills the air, and they are deliriously happy.� The comets shoot around their heads.� She is young once again ~ a princess ~ and he is her handsome prince.� Together on the sick bed, they dream on in their own world.
    "Patrice, so much has happened.� We're in Cana. [14]� We'll be home soon." The message was sent by someone returning early from the wedding.
    Another afternoon of wondering.� Another night or worrying.� Another morning of hoping.
    Loud shouting is heard outside.�
    "It's Peter!� He's home!"
Patrice rushes to the gate to welcome her husband.� She gives Andrew a hug too, for he has been with them.� Then James and John, old family friends, go up to her for a big hello.� Then there's Jesus.� She's heard him mentioned, but never met him.
    "Patrice, I'd like you to meet Jesus.� Jesus, this is Patrice.";� They shake hands politely.
    "I've asked the men to spend the night here.� We've got plenty of room and no one will be any trouble to you," Peter explains.� Patrice only half hears him.
    As they walk into the courtyard together, Peter asks, "Well, tell me how everything is."� He's noticed his wife's strained look, but thinks it may just be from his long absence.
    "Not very good.� Well, it Mother.� She's very sick."
    "How bad?"
    Patrice looks at Peter just long enough for her tears to absorb the courage to show themselves, albeit briefly.
    Peter smiles sympathetically.� "Jesus wants to meet her." [15]
    Peter shows them their rooms.� Rooms that he hopes some day to fill with children ~ his children.� "Come back downstairs for some fruit when you're ready."
    In a few minutes they file into the courtyard.
    "Uh, dinner may be a little later, but we'll get things put together for you.� We just have a little unusual situation in the family right now."
    Peter, may I see her now? Jesus asks.
    "Patrice, is it okay?"
    "I was just in their room and she's awake."
    "Come on, men!� Come on Patrice!� Wait till you see this!"� Peter is grinning.� He has a hard time hiding his emotions.� He should be more solemn than this.� He isn't.
     They enter the small in-law apartment and crowd into the bedroom.� They all stand back in anticipation.� Jesus steps forward.� Abel stands up to greet the visitors.
    "Father," Peter explains,�"this is Jesus, the man I was telling you about."
    "How do you do, young man?" Abel responds politely, brushing his sparse and tangled hair back with one hand and extending his other for a handshake.
    Jesus greets Abel briefly, then walks over to Esther.� He sits on her bed and moment and takes her hand in his. [16]� Her knotted, cracked, brown-spotted, gnarly, old hands.� Her hands feel so good in his.� Why is that?
    Jesus smiles and Esther manages to smile back.� ";The fever has no business being in you.� You are too nice to have that fever.� It must leave you."� What strange words. [17]�
    "I want you to get out of bed, Esther."
    Get out of bed?� This woman has a fever that won't go away.� Get out of bed?� Jesus, you're not understanding the situation.� Jesus, can't you help while she's lying down?
    "Come on," he smiles.� "Get out of bed."
    Abel looks at Jesus puzzled.� Jesus smiles.� Abel catches on.� ";Come on, sweetheart.� Do what this man says."
    Esther's catching on too.� Abel pulls the covers down to her feet and helps her put on a robe.� He begins to help her pull her legs around to the side of the bed, but catches Jesus' look of gentle disapproval.� He backs off and willingly watches.
    Esther looks at Jesus again.� He's still smiling.� She smiles.
    "Come on," he encourages.
    Esther swings her legs around until her feet touch the floor.� Jesus still has hold of her hand. [18]
    "All right now."� His voice is stronger.� It is excited.� "Stand up!"
    What a powerful "stand up!"� What a dynamic "stand up!"� What a commanding "stand up!"
    Well, of course!
    The whole room begins to smile.� Esther is standing!� At last se lets go of Jesus' hand and he backs away.� Everyone watching.� Waiting.� Esther looks around a moment, but not to survey what is around her so much as to survey what is in her.
    "I feel great!" she responds.� "Oh, my!� Look at the mess I've gotten this bed into!� Someone open those shutters back up.� I think I've got some work to do in here.� Abel, how many times have I told you not to throw your dirty sandals in that corner?" [19]
    Laughter.� Loud laughter.� Laughter arising from loving hearts.� Laughter racing through the room.� Laughter all over heaven.
    Esther turns back to Jesus.� She walks over to him.� "Thank you.� I know you did this.� I know a miracle when I feel one.� You are from God.� Whoever you are, you are from God."
    "Mother, this is Jesus."
    "Thank you, Jesus."
    You're welcome. [20]
    "Well now.� I think I see a lot of hungry men in this room.� Am I not right?"
    The men all grin in agreement.
    "Well, Andrew.� Where have you been hiding yourself?� I'm so glad you're back home.� Patrice, looks like we'd get to work.� We've got a feast to prepare!" [21]
    "A celebration feast," her husband adds.
    The men go into another room to wait while the women prepare a meal.�
    All but Abel.� Abel's gone.� Abel's next door.� "You don't have to worry about my Esther anymore, Micah.� She's well!� Just like a kid again!"
    "Did the fever break last night?"
    "No.� Better than that!� Jesus healed her!"
     ";Who?"
    "Jesus.� You know the young man who says the new kingdom of God is almost here?� Some people say he'll be the new king.� I believe it.� The little bit I heard this man say was dynamite.� Yep!� Esther's well.� Gotta go now, Micah."
    Now Abel's at the next house.
    "Well, you don't have to worry about Esther anymore, Samuel.� She's well!� Healthy as a calf now...."
    As the sun begins to turn red for the evening, Abel walks back home.� Home to his Esther, of course.� Home to another one of Esther's great dinners.� Home to another day of happiness.
    "We thank you, Lord, for this food we are about to eat," Abel pronounces as he leads the men around his table in prayer.� Well, it is not really his table.� But Peter lets him act like it is.� Peter understands a lot more than people sometimes give him credit for.
    "Amen."
    "Amen."
    The mutton is passed around, then the yogurt, the lentils, the parsley.
    Someone knocks on the gate.
    "I'll get it,"; Andrew volunteers.
    "Andrew, well, I hate to disturb you, but my little girl....� "Well, Abel said Jesus made Esther well.� So...."
    Deborah coughs a whooping kind of cough.� Deborah's only eight years old.�
    Andrew understands.�"Come in.� I'll get him."
    The neighbor sits down on a bench and gently puts his daughter on his lap.� Andrew returns to the dining room and speaks softly to Jesus.� Jesus excuses himself and follows Andrew to the other room.
    "This is Jesus."
    "Oh, Jesus.� My little girl.� She needs you.� Please heal her.� Please, Jesus."
    Jesus walks up to her.� He reaches out his hands, helps her off her father's lap and picks her up in his arms.�
    You're fine now.� The cough is all gone.� You'll be out playing tomorrow.� Tell you father he needs to go to synagogue more often.�
    He hands Deborah back to her father just as a big grin forms on her face.� "Father, would you play hide-and-seek with me?"
    "Oh, Jesus.� You are from God!� You are!� Thank you, Jesus.� Thank you." [22]
    Andrew grins and escorts the neighbor to the gate."
    They return to the dining room and resume their meal.� A few more bites and another knock on the gate.
    "I'll get it," Peter responds.�
    Another neighbor.� This one an elderly lady.� She's walking with a cane.� The arthritis in her legs has made it impossible to walk any more without the greatest of effort amidst all the pain.� Excruciating pain.� Unrelenting pain.
    "Is Jesus here?� Micah just came by and told me what Jesus did for Deborah.� Is Jesus here?"
    "Have a seat while I go get him."
    Peter turns, and as he reaches the dining room door, Jesus is already there.�
    She needs me, he explains.� Jesus walks over to the lady.� He touches her knees, then takes the cane out of her hands.� He backs up.� Walk over to me now.
    She stands up and walks.� Walks like anyone else.� Walks happily and enthusiastically and painlessly.
    "Oh, thank you, Jesus.� You are truly from God.� Oh, God bless you, Jesus.� Thank you, Jesus!� Oh, I can't wait to see my sister."
    A young boy at the gate.� "My mother wants to know if Jesus is here.� She heard he can make people well immediately.� Can she please come over and see him?� She's not disturbing dinner or anything, is she?"
    Jesus returns to the table and eats a few more bites.� Another knock on the gate.� He stands up.
    Well, friends.� I think this should do me for the evening.� It was a wonderful meal.� Thank the ladies.� Now I believe I have some work to do.
    Peter and Andrew jump up and walk with him to the main room.� James and John feel they have eaten enough for now.� They want to see what Jesus is up to.� Abel responds "Hey!� Don't leave me out."
    The two ladies begin gathering the leftovers, then look at each other and smile.� "Well, we didn't need any honey cakes anyway."
They, too, walk to the main room.
    "There she is!� There's Esther!� Abel said Jesus healed her.� Esther, how do you feel?"
    "Oh, I feel just fine.� Just fine.� And how are you?"
    "You look great, Esther.� There for awhile I thought we were going to lose you.� I just wanted to see for myself.� Do you think Jesus could heal me?� I've had trouble breathing for years.� Can Jesus heal me?"
    "Ask him yourself."
    "Jesus.� Help me.� When the weather's bad, I can't breathe.� When the grain is full, I can't breathe.� When the caught is going around, I can't breathe.� Please, Jesus.� Help me breathe."
    Your breath will be long and deep from now on.
    "That's it?� That's all?� Just a word?� Thank you, Jesus.� Thank you."
    No longer does anyone bother to open and close the front gate.� It is left standing open.� A line seems to be forming out front.� People are crowding into the house to see Jesus, to hear Jesus, to be touched by Jesus.�
    People are running back out into the street to their loved ones' homes.
    "Daniel, go over to Peter's house.� Jesus can make his bad leg just like new again.� I know he can.� He's making other people well again.� Just like that!� In an instant!� Just a word!� Hurry!� The place is filling up!"
    "Absalom, you've got to go to Peter's house.� Jesus is there.� He's healing people.� He can get rid of that stomach burning for you.� Hurry.� That Jesus can help you."
     "Some representatives of the city elders knock loudly on Peter's open gate."�
    "Whose house is this?� Isn't this Peter's house?"
     Peter sees them and approaches.
    "Sir, you've got to get these people to clear the street in front of your house.� They're causing a bottleneck.� What's going on here anyway?� A feast?"
    "Better than a feast!� A celebration!� A celebration of God!� A celebration of goodness and mercy on everyone here.� A celebration of what will happen to our whole kingdom soon.� Jesus is healing people.� Jesus will heal our whole kingdom!"
    "Who is Jesus?"
    "He was sent directly by God.� He's healing people right now while we're talking.
    "Are you drunk?"
    "No, I'm serious.� Jesus is healing people by the power of God."
    "You're really serious, aren't you?� Well, miracles don't happen these days."
    "Do you believe in the scriptures?"
    "Of course."
    "Then come in and see what Jesus is doing for everyone."
    "The investigators work their way into the house briefly, long enough to see someone who was deformed with scars from a terrible fire be made whole again."
    "Amazing!� I don't believe what I'm seeing!"
    They must report to the elders.� But they stay around to help direct traffic.
    "What is going on here?� If it is another uprising, you'll all have to answer for it."� A couple of Roman soldiers have been sent over to put down any hint of a riot.
    A man in the crowd shouts out, "Jesus is in there.� He's healing people.� I'm going to get healed."
    Startled, one of the soldiers looks straight at the man.
    "And what is it that Jesus is going to heal you of, if he can really do this as you say?"
    "A hernia.� I have this terrible hernia.� He's going to heal me.� I believe in Jesus.� He's a great man.� You ought to go in there and meet him yourself."
    Instead, the soldier stops another man.
    "Hey there!� You running out of the house.� What is going on inside?"
    I was healed!� It's true.� This man can actually heal people!� It's actually happened!� I know!� It happened to me!� Jesus is really from God!"
    "Healed?� Of what?"
    "Leprosy." [23]
    "How did he do it?"
    "He touched me."
LIFE APPLICATION
1.�������� Think of someone you know or know of who had some quirk about his personality that caused him/her trouble in childhood but was used to make him/her successful in adulthood.� Now think of a quirk in your own personality that has caused you trouble in the past.� How could you turn this quirk to help society?
2.�������� Tell about something you did not believe for a long time even thought at least one other person did; then later you found out it was true.� What convinced you?� How will you use this same technique to explain God to others?
3.�������� Jesus healed quietly.� We never read about him shouting or bringing along a band or putting the audience in a trance or any other theatrics.� Tell about a good work you will do, but do not give the names of those you will do it for.� If they never know the good deed came from you, how will it make you feel?� How do you think it will make God feel?
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