And one of them began to say softly: "This is like the Kingdom of God."
Another lifted his head, which had been resting on his arm, and said: "Do you know, then, what the Kingdom of God is like?"
The first speaker was silent for a space, and then replied: "No, indeed, I don't know, but I like to think about it. He speaks so often of the Kingdom of Heaven, I should like to know something more definite about it."
"Shall we ask Him?"
"You ask Him."
"I dare not."
"Let us ask John. He knows Him best, and possibly can tell us something."
John was lying on the sand with his head on a stone. His soft hair was his pillow. But he was not asleep. They crept up to him, and boldly asked him where the Kingdom of Heaven was, of which the Master so often spoke. Was it under the earth or above the sun? Would it begin soon or in a thousand years?
John said; "How long have you been with Him?"
"Seven weeks."