'Every mouth will be silenced' (Romans 3:19)
I love that thought. A whole world's chatter dying away as Christ looks on. Some people are looking straight at him. Others are talking among themselves, and they get a poke from their neighbours, or they look up.
I don't think Christ looks on censoriously, the teacher about to give a telling off.
His look is just grace. See his kind face; see his scars and wounds. Undermining our arguments. Dismantling our complaints. Shining on our tarnished trophies. Grace, grace, grace.
I feel hot, awkward, unworthy as the silence falls and the gaze continues.
So do we all.
Photo: Anna Sastre