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The stupor

May 18, 2016

Jesus had come to them twice with a heart heavy as lead, his sweat as drops of blood, his heart palpitating from the impending doom but his closest disciples were totally clueless. He’d depended on them to offer him some strength, some courage, not that what they might offer meant anything in the real scale of things, but that anything seemed to do for the moment. But no, they were too doped for any comfort-giving. And now the moment had passed. From now on they could well remain in their stupor for things were beyond repair. So he said to them: sleep all you want, for indeed the end has come and all your waking now will do little help.

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