Yeshua sat cross-legged at the eating mat. He stroked his brown beard and glanced around at the twelve other men present. Yeshua closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"Happy Passover," he said.
He lifted a large loaf of unleavened bread. He trembled. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He set it on the eating mat again.
"This is my body, which will be broken for you," he said. "Do this in remembrance of me."
He handed the man on his left the bread. He broke off a piece.
"Shimon, take a piece and pass it around," he instructed. "We will eat together."
Silence engulfed the room while the men choked down the bread. Yeshua paused until the bread had been eaten. He extracted a leather bag and a goblet from the mat. He tilted the bag, and a reddish purple liquid flowed into the cup. He set the empty bag on the mat, stood, and lifted the cup.
"This cup is the new covenant in my blood," he said. "Do this, when you drink it, in remembrance of me."
Murmurs rose among the men.
"What is He on about?" Shimon whispered. "You're the youngest, John. You obviously know everything. At least our parents think so."
John rolled his eyes.
"I have no idea," he whispered.
Hours passed. Yeshua grunted under the weight of a rough wooden cross as he trudged forward. Twisted, thorny vines dug into his head. His body was bloody and mangled.
"Let me help him!" A deep voice called out.
"Do what you wish," a Roman soldier said.
They ascended a hill, grunting on the way. The man and Yeshua lay on the cross on the hill. Roman soldiers arrived with ropes and nails. Yeshua cried out as nails pierced his flesh. Hours passed. Yeshua lowered his gaze. Oxygen ceased. His heart shut down.
Elsewhere, a man with a colorful robe approached two short, baby-faced soldiers. Their movements were vigorous. They glared at the man.
"Joseph!" One exclaimed. "What brings you here?"
"I want to bury Yeshua in my tomb."
"Do what you want," one said. "We will guard the tomb if our centurion allows."
Three women approached the stone tomb, carrying spices. A man in a shining garment sat on a stone that had fit the tomb door. The soldiers lay on the ground.
"Do not look for Him here," the shining man said. "He is not here. He has risen."