The Last Supper

I was a fisherman once.

Content to follow the rhythm of the tides.

Life, for me, was humble.

And certain.

Day after day, year after year, I watched the sea shape

and sculpt the stones on its shores,

wearing away their rough edges.

But some stones did not yield so easily.

Some remained jagged,

resisting the tide's steady hand.

And perhaps that is what I am to Him.

A rough, unshaped stone, longing to be molded

for the great purpose He has set forth for me.

...hidden beneath the basket.

A light concealed does not scatter the darkness,

nor does it guide the lost.

But a lamp placed on a stand,

it gives light to all those who are in the house.

You are that light.

You, children of the Father,

do not think your flame too small

for a single spark can ignite a great fire,

and a single candle can light a path for many.

Bread, John?

Bless them who hunger

and thirst for righteousness.

For your hunger will be filled.

Your thirst will be quenched.

Listen, I tell you this,

the bread of this world cannot satisfy forever,

the water in the well cannot quench...

Your face is as bright as the sun.

You labor for bread that perishes...

How are you, little one?

You draw water that dries up...

You eat.

Be filled.

At the end of your life

-others will see the glory of God. -Come, be filled.

-Please, sir, can I have some bread? -Come.

And to you and you.

-Please, one more. -There you go. More.

-Thank you. Thank you. -There you go.

-More, please. -There you go.

More bread, John.

-Here. Here we go. -Thank you. -Thank you.

Finished.

Let your light shine before others,

so that they may hear your good works

and give glory to your Father,

who is in heaven.

Master.

My son has never heard my voice,

never spoken a word,

not even his own name.

Please, let him hear.

Let him speak.

Let him trust me.

Be opened.

Mama!

Go now and let your voices sing of the Father's goodness.

-Master. -Yes, Peter?

This place is barren and the hour grows late.

Can I send the people to the village to find food?

These people do not need to leave, Peter.

They, uh, they've been here since this morning,

and they're faint with hunger.

Then it is time to feed them.

Master...

even if we pooled every coin we have,

it would not be enough to provide for them all.

You believe that the answer

to their hunger lies in silver, Judas?

I believe that no one's going to freely give bread

to those who cannot pay.

What do we have, John?

-Nothing. -Two fish

and five loaves.

-The boy has offered his food. -It's a kind gesture,

but not a solution.

This is more than enough, young man.

Let faith be our wealth, Judas.

Father, Your flock has come to this place to hear Your Word

and lift their hearts to You,

and now they hunger for bread.

Have the people sit.

Fetch some baskets, John.

Baskets!

Be seated, everyone! Be seated!

Be seated!

Judas...

What about him?

He questions everything-- our path, our purpose.

Even when we travel from town to town.

Does that make you love him any less?

No.

He's the sharpest among us...

...but his inner struggles trouble me...

...for I love him as a brother.

Teacher.

These men are esteemed citizens of Sepphoris.

They come in search of a leader...

to stand against Roman rule.

We have heard stories of You, Nazarene.

Tales dismissed as fables.

But today, we have seen with our own eyes.

There is no denying You can move a crowd.

I have not come to stir the masses,

but to awaken their souls.

Nevertheless,

people follow those who feed them,

as our fathers followed Moses when manna rained from heaven.

It was not Moses who gave your fathers manna...

...but my Father in heaven.

Then let Your Father guide You to deliver His people

as Moses did before You.

Free us from the bondage of Rome.

You will be King among men.

My bread is the bread of life.

I am the bread of life.

Just as the Father sent me,

and I live because of the Father.

So, if you feed on me, you will live because of me.

Unless you eat my flesh and drink my blood,

you will have no life in you.

Truly, I tell you, my flesh is real food...

...my blood is real drink.

The tide your Master stirs

may one day rise against you all.

You have the chance to be a leader,

to change everything.

Why not act?

My Kingdom is not of this world, Judas.

My-My friends.

Pardon, sir.

Lord, guide my steps.

Grant me wisdom to uphold Your law

and protect Your people.

Hosanna to the King, Jesus!

Hosanna! Hosanna!

He's our King!

Make way through the crowd, Brother John.

Go!

Hosanna!

They claim that this Jesus

can perform miracles,

some defy explanation.

We cannot condemn a man solely

on what others perceive as miracles.

And He declared himself the Messiah.

And people heard it from His own lips.

That's blasphemy.

A peaceful resolution is in everyone's best interest.

If He's wise,

He'll never remake such a claim, knowing the consequences.

And with denial,

His credibility among His followers will crumble.

Lambs for sacrifice,

as our law demands!

What you need for your Passover dinner!

Lambs for sacrifice!

Without blemish, as our law demands!

What you need for your Passover dinner!

Welcome, sir, welcome.

Bless.

The people welcome You with open hearts, Master.

As always, the poor and the broken adore Him,

but those in power see a shadow looming over their thrones.

Then we must watch them closely

and stay vigilant, Brother Judas.

His influence is spreading like the plague.

Four shekels for one denarius.

Four? It was six yesterday.

Passover's a day closer. The prices rise with the demand.

Next week will not satisfy him.

The master expects payment now.

I don't have enough.

Trade has been slow.

Do you want him to come collect it personally?

I remind you,

the temple cannot operate

without contributions from decent people.

Master, they're watching us.

I fear, if you press further, they will act.

Should I stand idle while they turn my Father's house

into a place of thievery?

Hah!

Go, go!

Get, get!

Stop! No! You have no authority!

It is written,

"My house should be called a house of prayer."

But you have turned it into a den of thieves.

Do you think God is blind?

-This is a place of worship. -Stop at once.

You have no authority to disrupt this place.

Take these things away.

Take them!

You fill this temple not with prayer,

but the stench of greed!