["After the Supper, He went outside the Old City of Jerusalem, crossed the Kidron Valley, and came to the Garden of Gethsemani. There He suffered in three ineffable ways: He knew exactly what would befall Him physically and mentally -- every stroke, every thorn in the crown He would wear, every labored breath He would try to take while hanging on the Cross, the pain in each glance at His mother; He knew that He was taking on all the sins of the world -- all the sins that had ever been or ever will be committed; and, finally, He knew that, for some people, this Sacrifice would not be fruitful because they would reject Him."
The trials of Christ were borne anew; but where the Betrayal of the Lord transpired, Father Anderson was blessed.
The softest smile set upon the humbled holy man's steadfast tiers, the sincerity of a Bishop beheld in compassionate murmurings more of a blessing than the vindication he'd sought before. Anderson's esteem for his superior knew no limitation; Like the Disciples who witnessed the agonies of Christ, Maxwell would comfort and care for him, cherishing in Brotherly affection the true Shepherd of the Lord.]
...A'...
[A subtle distress surfaced in him when the one who he'd sworn to protect drew closer, tearing gasps away from weakened flesh. What guilt and sorrow would wash over him, who was treated with an undeserved kindness.
Yet the more his tongue was sated by the garnet liquid the stronger the compulsion set upon his ailing mind. Yes, he was set at ease...But perhaps not in the way the other would be expecting.]
[Action!]
The trials of Christ were borne anew; but where the Betrayal of the Lord transpired, Father Anderson was blessed.
The softest smile set upon the humbled holy man's steadfast tiers, the sincerity of a Bishop beheld in compassionate murmurings more of a blessing than the vindication he'd sought before. Anderson's esteem for his superior knew no limitation; Like the Disciples who witnessed the agonies of Christ, Maxwell would comfort and care for him, cherishing in Brotherly affection the true Shepherd of the Lord.]
...A'...
[A subtle distress surfaced in him when the one who he'd sworn to protect drew closer, tearing gasps away from weakened flesh. What guilt and sorrow would wash over him, who was treated with an undeserved kindness.
Yet the more his tongue was sated by the garnet liquid the stronger the compulsion set upon his ailing mind. Yes, he was set at ease...But perhaps not in the way the other would be expecting.]
Maxwell...