Don't interfere with the Rabbis; that never pays.

Think of John the Baptist! Every one is saying that they are lying in wait for you.

Oh, my beloved child, they will disgrace you, and kill you!" She clutched the rock convulsively with her fingers, and could say no more for bitter weeping.
Jesus turned His head to her, and looked at her.

And when her whole body shook with sobs, He rose and went to her.

He took her head in both His hands and drew it towards Him.
"Mother! mother!--mother!" His voice was dull and broken: "You think I do not love you.