It requires a peculiar strength to assert one’s will as the penultimate thing.
He withdrew about a stone’s throw beyond them, knelt down and prayed, ‘Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.’ An angel from heaven appeared to him and strengthened him.
In Gethsemane’s anteroom to judicial murder, Jesus knew exactly what he wanted: to live.
If there was glory in the arrest, the beatings, the cross that waited him, there was no pleasure. It came to Jesus’ lips as a most bitter, unwanted cup. He would have done almost anything to escape its venom.
Almost anything. On this the world hinges. (more…)