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 for fear I will let Him down.
It was close to nightfall. I knew that my time was dwindling and that I must face my friends. My mind raced with ideas on how to tell them without casting doubt on their fate or causing ill feelings. Though I had never had trouble transforming my thoughts into actions that communicated to these men, I was apprehensive about the task at hand this evening. …
