Peter followed at a distance. The others ran. Judas was counting his money. The perfume from the night before still lingered on His head. His face covered in bloody dirt from praying face down while His friends slept. He didn’t resist arrest. He was on alert. He was paying close attention to details. He had a job to do. He was the only one that could do it. The leaders were baffled that He didn’t even attempt to free Himself. They just didn’t fully understand Who they were dealing with. He had given so many instructions to His disciples. He…

The story uncurled like new branches. Reaching for the light. Spreading out before the life-giving Savior. There, the anticipation of victory. He is the beacon of hope the world would forever cling to. He is pointing the way to the only way. The sure and steady directional Master paving the way. But He had to go through the dark. He had to enter that place to satisfy what mankind couldn’t. He willingly entered it. His strength all-sufficient. His is the final victory. Raised to live. On the nextday the largecrowd who had come to the feast, when they heard that…