The thing that strikes me the most is that Jesus was in charge. The whole thing about him meekly not opening his mouth wasn’t because he was shy or something. It was because he only opened his mouth when it served his purposes. Namely, to die on my behalf.

That is he “who for the joy set before him endured the cross, despising its shame.” It’s like he’ saying, “Is that all you got? Is that the best you can do, Satan? I could do this all day standing on my head” for the joy of being with me.

He is strong indeed.