In me was life, and this life was the light of men.

I am the vine; you are the branches.

When we arrive at the Cedron Brook, I kneel and begin to pray—an intercessory prayer for my disciples.

I am very somber, and my soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death. I call to three of my friends— Peter, James, and John—and say: “Sit with me for a moment, for the hour is late and I tire.”

I stand before a gate. The trees, branches, leaves, grass—they all look like demons to me. I hear a whisper in the Garden.

Come to me, my friend. Arise and take my hand. I bless you because of your faith. And now, behold, my joy is full, and I release you from Gethsemane.

Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.

I hear God moving amongst us. Listen, for He walks the pathway ahead. He is in the wind, the earth, and skies.

“Whom seek ye?” I call out to the oncoming host. “Jesus of Nazareth,” comes their response. And I say unto them, “I am he.”