John Mark
He should be in bed. Should have been in bed for some time. But he wasn't. He was clambering over the roof and sliding down the wall, onto the ground. Jesus and three of His friends were just a few feet away as he drew himself into the shadow, realising just what a mistake being wrapped in a white, highly visible, sheet was. He really should be in bed. He loved his parents and wanted to honour them, and bed was where they believed him to be. For a moment he hesitated, almost beginning the climb back onto the roof and then to his space next to the upper room. But that brought back the flood of memories from the extraordinary evening. The pride he saw in his Father as Jesus invited him, as the youngest child present, to ask the age-old question: "Why this night, why this way?", the moving interruption of Mary as she broke the alabaster jar and the extraordinary changes Jesus had made to the formal prayers: "This is my body..." And now it was too late, with t