A bundle of myrrh, strong aroma of death. Is my well-beloved appointed to die? Unto me his life was given, He shall quicken my dead, myrrh soaked soul. Lie all night, O my soul, and think of him. Betwixt my breasts, my heart beats of his life.
Luke tells us about a collision that takes place in the gate of the city of Nain. Traffic came to a standstill as Jesus was coming into the city and a dead man was being carried out.
Jairus’ prays and worships the Lord by the sea.
Chapter fourteen is divided into four sections that each begin with a statement about wisdom “Every wise woman,” “A wise man.”