Even their thick woolen clothing failed to warm them against the dry chill of the night. Why were we doing this? thought one of the men. The four entered the garden. “Sit here while I pray,” said the leader. They were used to seeing him go off to pray. But weren’t there supposed to be limits to everything? Didn’t he understand how cold and weary they were? He had been acting so strange lately. “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow…..