One of the Temple scribes (experts in the law of God), taking offense at Jesus’ words, speaks up, “Rabbi, you are lumping us in with the Pharisees in your accusations!” Jesus nods and replies to him, “Yes, I AM. And with good reason. You “experts” in the law pick it apart and create new laws from the old, making the people’s burdens grow year by year. And yet you yourselves do not even follow the very laws you expound upon! You, who take great pride in the repairs and “beautification” you do to the tombs of the prophets have the same hard hearts as your ancestors who killed those very prophets. God in His wisdom said, ‘I will send them prophets and apostles, and some of them they will kill and torture.’ I tell you the truth: this wicked generation will be required to pay for the blood of all the prophets from Abel to Zechariah. I mourn for you, because you are worse than the Pharisees! You steal from the common people the opportunity to learn and grow in faith and in the knowledge of the things of the Kingdom of Heaven, and you, hiding the key to that locked door, don’t even enter yourselves!” The Pharisees and scribes look at each other, flames of hatred rising in their eyes. Jesus, knowing their hearts, rises and walks out of the courtyard. But they follow, shooting flaming arrows out of their mouths in the form of insults and questions meant to force him into incriminating himself as they go. Jesus slips away quietly, and they are left alone, seething.