DAY 1: COME TO MY HOUSE
"I can't believe this is happening to me," Jairus muttered, his fingers worrying the rich wool of his robe—each thread a reminder of position, of privilege, of a life where order prevailed and prayers received their due. The fabric caught the light, its deep indigo dye worth a month's wages for most who parted before him. The crowd recognized him immediately, their bodies shifting like water around stone, their whispers trailing in his wake....