"Peter On the Morrow of His Followers" 



Once at sundown Jesus led us into the village of Beithsaida. We were a tired company, and
the dust of the road was upon us. And we came to a great house in the midst of a garden, and
the owner stood at the gate. 

And Jesus said to him, "These men are weary and footsore. Let them sleep in your house. The
night is cold and they are in need of warmth and rest." 

And the rich man said, "They shall not sleep in my house." 

And Jesus said, "Suffer them then to sleep in your garden." 

And the man answered, "Nay, they shall not sleep in my garden." 

Then Jesus turned to us and said, "This is what your tomorrow will be, and this present is like
your future. All doors shall be closed in your face, and not even the gardens that lie under the
stars may be your couch. 

"Should your feet indeed be patient with the road and follow me, it may be you will find a
basin and a bed, and perhaps bread and wine also. But if it should be that you find none of
those things, forget not then that you have crossed one of my deserts. 

"Come, let us go forth." 

And the rich man was disturbed, and his face was changed, and he muttered to himself words
that I did not hear; and 
he shrank away from us and turned into his garden. 

And we followed Jesus upon the road.