The Joy of Producing Fruit - Luke 3:7-18

As far as you can see nothing but rocks, sand, and desert scrub. You’re walking with a crowd of the most unlikely sort. Noble Pharisees in their ornate robes with Roman soldiers in their faded red-purple cloaks followed by traitorous tax collectors in expensive jewels and last of all you. What has brought all these people together on such an inconvenient pilgrimage?