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Lenten Season
Write a story from the perspective of one of the disciples during Holy Week, exploring their thoughts and emotions as they witness the events leading up to the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ. How do they react to the betrayal of Judas, the arrest of Jesus, and the other events leading up to his death and eventual resurrection? What are their doubts, fears, and hopes during this tumultuous time?
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My Son’s death, my salvation

I woke up this morning feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. Today is the day that Jesus, my beloved son, will be crucified. I have been through so much with him, from the day of his birth in that manger in Bethlehem to the day he began his ministry and performed miracles. I have seen him heal the sick, feed the hungry, and give hope to the hopeless.

But now, as I watch him being dragged through the streets, beaten and bloodied, my heart is breaking. How can this be happening to my precious son? I try to keep my eyes on him, to offer him some comfort with my presence, but the crowds are too thick, and the soldiers are pushing us back.

As we make our way to Golgotha, I am overcome with grief and despair. How could anyone do this to such a kind and loving man? I want to scream, to demand that they stop, but I know it will do no good. The wheels have been set in motion, and there is no stopping them now.

Finally, we reach the place where Jesus will be crucified. I can see the crosses that have been prepared, and my heart sinks even further. I watch as they nail him to the wood, and I can feel his pain as if it were my own. I want to reach out to him, to hold him close and take away his suffering, but I know there is nothing I can do.

As the hours tick by, I watch in horror as my son hangs there, gasping for breath, his body wracked with pain. I can hear the insults and taunts of the people around us, but I try to block them out. All I can focus on is Jesus, and the unbearable pain he must be feeling.

Finally, as the sun begins to set, I watch as Jesus takes his last breath. My heart breaks as I realize that he is gone, that I will never see him again in this life. But even as I mourn, I know that his death was not in vain. I know that he died for a greater purpose, to bring salvation to all mankind.

As I leave Golgotha, my heart heavy with grief, I hold onto the hope that one day we will be reunited, that I will see my son again in the kingdom of heaven. Until then, I will hold onto the memories of the kind and loving man he was, and the impact he had on so many lives.

(This is ftom Mary's POV my version of what she's thinking that day... Well today 2000+ years ago)

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