... . Someone would challenge him. Jesus, with great wisdom, would answer. No one could refute what he said. By the end of the day it was clear that one couldn't be neutral about Jesus. He was either the Savior, the Messiah we yearned for, or he was a charlatan and a lunatic. Our leaders rejected him and began plotting to kill him. I struggled to make up my mind. As Jesus left the temple to return to Bethany, my mother approached him. "Teacher," she said, "you have no home here and I have plenty of room in ...
... the one. At a time when all sorts of rumors were flying around about Jesus, it was Nicodemus who took action, not me. Some were calling Jesus the Messiah, the son of David. Others, my colleagues on the ruling council, the Sanhedrin, were saying Jesus was a charlatan and a liar. In the midst of this controversy, it was Nicodemus, not me, who decided to find out the truth. The best way to do that was simply talking with Jesus face to face. And that's just what Nicodemus did one night after work. Honest and ...
... soon, not tomorrow? DIANE: Would you both stop being so pompous! CAROL: By respectable, I mean people of intelligence, people of common sense, people whose judgment I value. SHIRLEE: How can you two fall for this stuff? Seriously, how many times have we had some charlatan miracle worker come here and do the exact same thing? How do we know people were cured? How do we even know they were sick in the first place? NANCY: People fake that stuff. I cannot believe this discussion. If you believe in him, why ...
... what? What he lives is exceptional, and what he teaches is extraordinary. RACHEL: He poses no threat to my faith. RUTH: Unless his loving manner and methods are frightening to you both. DAVID: The only threat I see in him is that he is a liar and a charlatan. NATHAN: The threat is that he is creating an uproar amongst the poor. RUTH: Uproar? I think it might better be labelled hope. DAVID: (Rising in anger) Friend, join me in a walk. I fear I might say something I'll regret later. NATHAN: (Looking at RACHEL ...
... was he supposed to know he was headed for a dead-end? He just couldn't believe it was over. The whole dream was smashed. His hope was destroyed. My son committed suicide because he was betrayed ... betrayed by a political schemer ... a religious charlatan ... and a man whose only real concern was his own eternal fame. My son is guilty of no crime ... he betrayed a man who had totally betrayed him ... first ... first ... Jesus betrayed Judas first. MOTHER OF JUDAS: Judas was different. He was so different ...
... enters the poor box, it can be released only by a certificate from the archbishop. I shall write to him at once if you wish. MARIO: How long will it take? FRANCO: Several months, I'm afraid. He lives in Milan. MARIO: Bah! You are a fiend - a charlatan! (He goes to the exit and bumps into Pietro who is entering.) Out of my way, fool! (He exits.) PIETRO: Buona sera, Padre. Buon Natale! FRANCO: Buon Natale, Pietro, my brother! What brings you to my door on such a cold night? PIETRO: The bells are not ringing ...