Becoming a disciple of Christ was no easy task in the time of Jesus and it continues to be the ultimate challenge.
It is about combining one's head and heart to not only become His student in an intellectual sense but also "conforming" to His person, imitating His sacrificial love and, by means of faith and baptism, actually taking on His identity as the Son of God.
This book from renowned Catholic biblical scholar Daniel J. Harrington is divided into four parts, each of which deals with six key New Testament passages relating to the theme of following Jesus.
- Part One: Hearing Jesus' Call in the Synoptic Gospels
- Part Two: Growing in Appreciation of Jesus in John's Gospel
- Part Three: Paul as a Disciple of Jesus
- Part Four: Other Ways of Being a Disciple of Jesus
Harrington brings the concepts home in an accessible and actionable way through simplified summaries at the end of each section, along with the proactive Think, Pray, and Act reflections and Ten Points on Discipleship for support and guidance.
Following Jesus: What the New Testament Teaches Us is perfect for individual or group study as we share in the universal call to discipleship.
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Annabeth always knew that Percy's insincts were always spot on. This was just another situation that proved it. The ear-splitting explosion rocked the ship, and she grabbed the table with one hand and Percy's arm with the other. The whole time Percy was staring at her in shock. She met his gaze. "Leo," they both said at the same time. They bolted out the door and up the steps, Piper and Jason right on their heels. Hedge was still asleep. Annabeth figured that was a blessing. They emerged into the sunlight. Hazel and Frank were already above deck, and Nico was scrambling down from the Crow's nest. "What the--" Percy was already shouting. Annabeth put a hand on his arm and he stopped short. Having a leash on your boyfriend can be handy sometimes. A column of smoke rose from the middle of the deck, where Leo had been earlier. "Leo?" Hazel called, her voice tinged with worry. "Don't worry," Frank said. "The guy's fire-proof..." Hazel still didn't look convinced. Annabeth could sense an argument coming, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly where it would be coming from. Suddenly a static buzzing filled her head, and she thought she could make out voices, like an old radio picking up several stations at once. The buzzing rose to a high pitched whining, and Annabeth covered her ears. Percy turned back and looked at her with worry etched on to his face. "Annabeth?..." Suddenly he cried out and dropped to one knee, tearing at his ears as well. The other members of the crew all did the same, even Nico, who clutched at his head and gritted his teeth like he was holding back a scream. A voice cut through the static, loud and clear. "Give in to those violent urges...." it said in a sing-song voice. A mad giggle followed. Annabeth glanced at the others through watery eyes. It was clear that they had all heard the message too. Suddenly her clenched fist rose against her will, and she stared at it as it moved like an alien limb. She felt a sudden urge to punch Percy. "What is wrong with you?" she cried out loud. She chanelled all the violent energy in her body to reach up and slap herself in the face. The invisible grip on her body and mind disappeared, and she collapsed to the deck in a panting heap. She forced herself to her feet and looked around at everyone else. She rushed to Percy's side. He was visibly struggling to control himself. "You know," he wheezed, "I really....really want to punch you in the face right now." She looked deep into his eyes and replied, "You'll be punished for that later. Now slap yourself in the face." He stared at her with bewilderment. "Just do it. Trust me." With difficulty, he nodded and drew his hand up and forced it towards his face. She winced at the force that he used to hit himself. She walked and stood over him so he could see her. "I said slap, not punch, Seaweed Brain." He leveled his green gaze at her, melting her bones. "I'll keep that in mind, next time I feel the urge to hit myself," he grunted. She nodded in satisfaction. A shout drew their eyes away from each other. "Jason! Stop this right now!" It was Piper. And Jason had his spear leveled at her chest, its point crackling with energy. (Next part at grdp, only result. Thanks for reading, guys! ~RaisingCain)