Holy week

How did he do it? Wednesday. His last normal night on earth. Did he spend it as he normally did? He would have eaten with his companions, planned the next evening passover as if it was just another celebration, spent it with his loved ones? Did he go through the motions with a certain sense of detachment, of unreality? Did he know he was establishing the first Easter the last of the old? How did he look upon Mary, knowing that he would never see her in the same way again? How would he have said goodbye? That come the next day things would never be classified as normal again. That the life he had led till that point, his more recent history, was at an end. Did he ever wonder how he could go through with it? If he could go through with it?

Lucifer, what is the braver deed? To react on the spur of the moment, to be swept up in the movement when there is no time to think, to work through the consequences. Or to carry on a course of action that you know is going to give you heartache and pain, knowing that it is the way that must be followed, the path that must be trod?