Jesus walks slowly up the hillside, his dirt streaked robe flows behind him as the gentle breeze from the Sea of Galilee blows across his body. The columns of Capernaum can be seen several miles away near the distant shore, dotted with fishing boats and crowds bathing in the warm waters.  Ahead of him at the top of the hill is a copse of olive trees, swaying back and forth in the wind as if waving to him excitedly in anticipation for what is about to come. Sitting among the trees are his disciples, nervously looking around at the crowd that has gathered to see the man they have been…