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Luke 2:25-35 March 30, 2025 • Mount Pleasant UMC The wind was oddly quiet, but it would get that way when the sky went dark. Still, with the scene before her, she expected a much more violent setting. It had certainly been a violent day, the ugliest day she could remember and hoped she would ever experience. It should be raining, lightning, thundering, something! It shouldn’t just be quiet enough that all you could hear is the moaning of the men dying on the crosses in front of her. Well, that and the laughter of the soldiers who were playing games at the foot of the crosses, waiting for the men to die so they could go home. But even their laughter was muted. The darkness had done that. Mary was tired. Bone-weary tired. It had been a long week. No, not just a long week. It had been a long three years, full of conflict and questions and misunderstandings. She loved that man in the middle. He was hers. He had always been hers. From the moment the angel appeared to her and told he...