But standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother, his Aunt and his friend...all Mary's. Can you picture their anguish, if not then look on the news at the anguish of all those Korean mothers waiting for news about their children on the sinking boat. Or the faces of parents as they wait for news from the mud slide, or airplane crash...all in the last few weeks.
There is something malicious in this season of sorrow and joy. This Friday was his day, he thought he had won. If not won, at least damage. If not damage at least strip way . Everything about this day had his claw and tail markings. Chaos; ears being cut, friends betraying, disciples running away, high priests losing their perspective, Pilate being afraid, people being vicious, mobs being chaotic.
The eye in this particular storm of rage and destruction though is Jesus. He moves the anguish along orchestrating even in the middle of the chaos, bringing calm in the middle of the dragons fire. Pushing it forward, minding those in his circle, taking care of lose ends, comforting and collecting himself for the last breath. The calm in this chaos is Jesus. It echos back to all those storms he calmed on the sea of Galilee.
The dragon returned only to play a part in the scene already written for him.
Jesus wins.
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