faith-driven lifestyle
faith-driven lifestyle
There is a figure in the Holy Week story that nobody preaches about. Not a disciple, not a saint — just a Roman soldier with no reason to be changed by any of this. He was changed anyway. Slowly. Without drama. One crack at a time. A four-part journey from indifference to witnessing.
He is not sure — still not sure — whether he saw it or whether something in him needed so badly to see it that he dreamed it in the dark. But here is what he knows. He knows his face. And he has decided whose face he is going to follow.
You don't fight the night. You let it come in and you stay inside your training like a house. He has stood watch in worse places than this. He knows how to be still. But this night is doing something he hasn't felt before.
Religious heat. The worst kind. They're not angry yet but they could be. One wrong sound and the whole thing shifts. He clocks the man at the center and moves on. It's never the center you watch — it's the edges. But they keep pulling him back.
