With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last. Mark is starkly simple about the death. No extended narrative. Just: he cried out and died.
The centurion, witnessing the manner of his death, says: 'Surely this man was the Son of God!' Something about the way Jesus died—the cry, the surrender, the finality—convinced the outsider. Not the miracles. Not the teaching. The death itself. There's something about the willingness to die, to actually surrender, that witnesses to something transcendent. The most vulnerable moment becomes the most clear moment. I think about how often I hide the hardest parts of my story. But somehow the places where I've been broken open are where people most recognize God's presence with me.
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