I thought that I’d already posted on chapter 34, but apparently I didn’t. So I’ll just put these two chapters together, because I don’t really have a lot to say. I just find this whole part of Christ’s life so incredibly sad. There are great lessons about meekness and grace and restraint, but all of the indignities He had to suffer just make me sad. I’m glad that He had friends there to support Him (however meagerly) in His trials- that must have at least helped a little bit. And how difficult that must have been, for the Twelve, for his devoted women disciples- to see the person you hail as the Messiah and Savior of mankind, going through such horrors. And I can’t even start to think about the footnote that suggests that the physical cause of Jesus’ death was a broken heart- that’s just too much for me.