 This is Max Lakato. When God entered time and became a man, he who was boundless became bound, imprisoned in flesh. With the wave of his hand, he could have boomeranged the spit of his accusers back into their faces. With an arch of his brow, paralyzed the hand of the soldier braiding the crown of thorns. But he didn't. He stood silent as a million guilty verdicts echoed in the tribunal of heaven.