Christ knew that a time was coming when his identity would be revealed – when the curtain of the temple would be torn in two, when the stones would cry out, when an empty tomb would proclaim that truly, he was the son of God. But it was not yet.
I've had malaria more times than I care to remember. It's not pleasant. Bone-chilling cold. Sweating, terrible fever. You can understand my hatred for the mosquito!