The apostles were confronted by this evil. It was no longer just my words, “I will be handed over to the Gentiles”. The reality was upon them and they were not ready for the test. Peter responded in a human way, drawing his sword. But every human response to this supernatural evil was woefully inadequate. After this show of force, they all fled and I was left alone to face the darkest of nights. My passion had begun. It was just the first chapter. All my blood would be shed before the story would reach its climax.

I had done what the Father asked. I had stood solidly in his will. I would not be budged, no matter what forces came against me. Everything depended on my faithful “Yes” to the Father. I had to reverse the original “No”, so a bridge could be built to heaven.