In the midst of a quiet olive grove that night
Was the one who came to be the Light
Of a world fallen into impenetrable darkness
Destined for destruction forever
The One alone with only His prayer
His blood
His tears
His friends had fallen into slumber
He kneeled alone as His soul was overwhelmed by unthinkable sorrow
Facing His Father
Pleading for this cup to pass
The cup of God’s wrath for all mankind
To be laid upon the Lamb
To tear His flesh apart
Nails that will forever leave eternal scars
The horror of the ones He loved
Laughing
While they’re torturing Him
Yet
He knew
It wouldn’t just be at the foot of the cross
That His heart would rip apart…
Thousands of years to come
His heart would still be laid bare
For you and I
Would we even care?
That night in Gethsemane
The universe waited with bated breath
Upon the Creator to surrender
To sacrifice
To suffer
Betrayed
Battered
Bruised
He gave His body, His life, His love
In absolute agony.
You know the story
But it’s not just a story
It is the only story
That really matters today
And will still matter
As long as there is day and night, summer and winter, life and death
As long as the human race breathes, builds and believes.
You have a choice…
See the Man of sorrows
Kneeling between the trees
Surrendering his Life
For you
Or…
Look away
Choose not to see Him there
Blood sweat soaking into the grass
Choose to look the other way
And you will see Judas approaching
Meeting your eyes
A devious smile spread across his face
You have sold your soul
For thirty shekels
And your sin
Will swallow you up whole
The last tree you will ever see
The one your body will be hung up for all to see…
Which will it be?
The Faithfulness of God 