He was called The Teacher. Some said he could restore maimed limbs with a simple touch, that he had even raised the dead. Others called him a fraud, a magician. He was maniac. Or Messiah. Hated. Adulated. A man of infinite mystery. One who might lead a rebellion against a world empire. Or destroy hundreds of generations of established religion. Or both. He was a man with one week to live. Another man would arrive in Jerusalem that same Passover. Unknown. Unheralded. A man of infinite desperation. One who might never see his wife and daughter again. Who had only himself to blame. He was a man with one week to find a miracle.
