And yet still he finds something he can do for her, the only thing he can do for her, something that, to me, when I think of it, seems at once obvious and yet amazingly hidden, as if only a person whose entire will has disappeared inside the love of which they are made, which is what Christ was, could think to do it, could see that it was necessary, in that moment, in those particular circumstances. And could effect it in such a way that it draws no attention to his plight, but instead gives hope to those who would sorrow over his plight.