Down the long, dusty road on their way from Jericho to Jerusalem, almost two thousand years ago, trod Jesus with his motley band of twelve disciples, followed by a huge crowd.
They were all hot and sweaty. The dust clung to them. They were weary, but Jesus was at the height of his popularity, and the great crowd of people pressed close to him. They were jabbering endlessly. Asking questions. Seeking favors. They could be heard a mile away.
“Hey, what’s all the noise?” blind Bartimaeus asked his friend as they sat by the roadside begging.
“I don’t know,” answered his friend with a puzzled tone in his voice.
“Let’s ask someone,” they agreed.
“It’s Jesus,” a passerby informed them.
“You mean Jesus of Nazareth, the fellow they claim can heal the sick and the blind?” Bartimaeus excitedly asked.
“That’s the one,” the man said, “and I’m on my way to see him. Good-bye.”
The crowd came closer and closer. Excitement filled the air. The noise became intense.