The Christian scholars were worried; they had found a tiny flaw in the perfect life of Jesus.
It wasn"t much of a flaw. It was comparable, perhaps to a baby gnat on the hide of an elephant, but perfection admits no error. Jesus the Messiah had condemned a fig tree for not bearing fruit. At that season, the tree wasn"t supposed to have fruit.
The event occurred on the morning after Palm Sunday. Jesus and the twelve had spent the night at Bethany, three miles east of Jerusalem. Now, he was walking back to Jerusalem to teach on the temple steps in defiance of the high priests. That April morning was sun-spangled and cool.
Jesus walked ahead. The sun was behind him over the mountains of Moab. Much of the soil on the hills between the Mount of Olives and the Mount of Offense was gray and dea
