They laughed.
They pointed.
They shouted, "If You're the Son of God, come down!"
The soldiers waited for a reaction.
Heaven waited for a command.
But the sky stayed silent...

And that's what haunts me.
Because in Matthew 26:53, Jesus had already said it.
"My Father could send more than twelve legions of angels."
Twelve legions.
Seventy-two thousand angels.
Each one capable of ending worlds.

Do you understand what that means?

At that moment on the cross, Heaven wasn't empty.
It was trembling.
Thousands of angels, swords drawn, wings folded, eyes burning like lightning, waiting.
One word and creation itself would've split apart.
One breath and Rome would've turned to ash.

But the word never came...

Because the Son who commanded legions chose silence.

The angels stood ready for war.
And their Commander stayed still.
Not because He couldn't win, but because He wouldn't lose
you.

That's power restrained.
That's divinity disguised as defeat.
That's Heaven holding its breath while mercy bled for the ...