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February 21, 2025
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The weight of the world stood before him. The wind howled over the temple’s peak, a storm brooding in the heavens, yet Jesus remained still, unshaken. The Devil had not come with shackles, nor with an army—he had come with something far greater: power, dominion, everything the human heart craves. All of it, if only he would bend. But Christ did not bend. With the kingdoms of the earth sprawled beneath them, Satan’s voice was like silk, weaving a promise that had broken the strongest of men before. Yet the Son of God was not like other men. His strength was not in force, nor in rage, but in absolute, immovable will. No hunger, no isolation, no promise of earthly rule could shake the foundation of who he was. The Devil’s presence grew darker, the air thick with the weight of something ancient and foul, but the light around Jesus only grew. His gaze, locked on something beyond the world, did not falter. The greatest of enemies had tested the unbreakable—and found himself powerless. And so the Devil fell away, retreating into the shadows, defeated not by might, but by something far stronger—unyielding faith.
