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Jesus Prepares For His Mission

Deserts, forests, oases, mountains, and valleys called him The cliffs that touched the skies had mystic wisdom to impart. Within the waters of the endless Spirit, he must swim. He should, like the spring sun, shine with Abba's sparks in his heart. Forty days and nights, he fasted and prayed, the scripture says. Shouldn't seeds stay in the womb of the soil to be reborn? The galaxy of Trinity must shred its holy rays. Earth and sky must meet. Virtues, like flesh and blood, must be worn. Did the temptation to work wonders for fame win his will? Did he, like Israel, fail in his love for his father? Could the urge to act against the scriptures evince its skill? The furor over the evils, hence, he did not bother To fulfill the worldly rites, he received John's baptism. Who did realize, then, that he was beyond any ism?

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