Lenten Observations, March 31, 2016 - Third Day of Holy Week

Borrowing here from website: https://www.thenivbible.com/blog/holy-week-timeline/

TUESDAY: Day of Controversy and Parables
Matthew 21:23—24:51; Mark 11:27—13:37; Luke 20:1—21:36

In Jerusalem, Jesus evaded the traps set by the priests.

Tuesday afternoon, on the Mount of Olives overlooking Jerusalem, Jesus taught in parables and warned the people against the Pharisees. He predicted the destruction of Herod’s great temple and told his disciples about future events, including his own return.

Tuesday was thus a busy day with a great deal of teaching and confrontation. This same site says that Wednesday was a day of rest. I think not, really. It's just not recorded in a way we would expect it. Judas was betraying, disciples were questioning, and I'm sure Jesus was praying as well as teaching.

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