And then He died. I mean, He chose the moment. Death didn't happen to Him, dragging Him away, catching Him off guard, struggling to get away. Just like a man chooses his next action, chooses a moment to sleep or sing or eat, He died. Just like that.
Nobody has that kind of power over death.
It was a miracle. I haven't been the same since. I will never be able to look at a cross the same way again. This God-forsaken land. Holy men and scorpions.