Perspective of Jesus Christ during the Last Supper.

My Last Supper It would be accurate to say that I am scared. I do not understand what was happening to me. I have known this time would come; however I misjudged my own acceptance of my fate. I feel a mix of anger, confusion, hesitation, and perhaps most of all, bewilderment. Things have evolved so fast I rarely have time to contemplate these thoughts and feelings. I am afraid to think such horrible thoughts …

…draws to a close, my belly is full and my task for the evening complete. Whether my men will understand and execute my words is a mystery to me. I can be comfortable now that this aspect is over and that my sleep will be peaceful tonight. Another day will dawn and I must be ready to serve my fellows. I know this will end soon. My fate is no longer in my own hands.