Judas blurted out impetuously his dissatisfaction. "To pour out so much costly ointment, what wasteful extravagance!" "Friend Judas," said Jesus, "look at me. Is what is done for me, thy master, waste?" Judas said, "I know that thou lovest not useless expense; the ointment might have been sold and the poor helped with the money!" Hearing Judas' answer he half turned away and looked wearily upward, folding his hands. "Judas," said Jesus somewhat sternly, "hand upon thy heart now. Is it only pity for the poor which moves thee so much?" Judas replied, "At least three hundred pence could have been got for it. What a loss both for the poor and for us." Then Jesus answered and said, "The poor you have always with you, but me ye have not always." Then he said, "Let her alone, she has wrought a good work on me, for in that she has poured out the ointment upon me, she has anointed me for my burial. Verily I say unto you, wheresoever the gospel will be preached through the whole world, there shall also this which she hath done be told for a memorial of her." He then said to the disciples, "Let us arise"--and then turning to Simon, his host, he said, "I thank thee, benevolent man, for thy hospitality, the Father will repay it unto thee." "Say nothing of thanks, master," said Simon; "I know what I owe to thee." Then Jesus arose and said, "It is time to go hence. Farewell all ye dwellers in this hospitable house. My disciples, follow me." Peter said unto him, "Lord, wherever thou wilt, only not to Jerusalem." Jesus answered, "I go where my Father calls me. If it please thee to remain here, Peter, do so." Then Peter declared, "Lord, where thou abidest there will I also abide; whither thou goest there go I also." Jesus said, "Come then." The disciples arose and clasping their staffs were ready to depart. Then Jesus turned to Mary Magdalene and Martha and said, "Remain here, beloved! Once more, fare ye well. Dear, peaceful Bethany, never more shall I tarry in thy quiet vale." Simon, sore troubled in speech as he heard these words, said unto him, "Then wilt thou really depart hence forever?" Mary Magdalene threw herself at his feet and said, "Alas, I am filled with terrible forebodings. Friend of my soul! My heart--oh! my heart--it will not let thee go!" Jesus said unto her, "Stand up, Mary. The night cometh and the winter storms come blustering on. But be comforted. In the early morning in the garden of spring, thou wilt see me again." Lazarus exclaimed, "Oh! my friend, my benefactor!" "Alas!" cried Martha, "thou art going; and comest thou back nevermore?" Jesus said, "The Father wills it, beloved. Wherever I am I bear you ever with me in my heart, and wherever you are, my blessings will follow you. Farewell."