Easter may seem like a distant memory already, since it was 5 days ago, and we pack so much into our days in the 21st century. But there’s a part of the Easter story that’s lingering with me. It’s the Garden of Gethsemane part.
Jesus was about to face the express purpose for which he came to this planet, and basically, he was having second thoughts. He had previously volunteered to leave heaven to be born a helpless babe to an imperfect mother in a primitive time for a gruesome reason. The proposition was to squeeze Eternity into the burial clothes of human flesh and die a torturous death he didn’t deserve. It took some humbling of himself, but Jesus did it willingly according to Philippians 2:2-5.
And we know from Hebrews 2:2 that he endured the cross for the joy set before him, the joy being the reconciling to himself the crowning creation crafted in his image.
But in between the humbling of himself and the joy set before him there is this mess in the Garden of Gethsemane.
No one gets through this fallen life on Earth, or even the abundant life for that matter, without facing hard things. And even for Jesus it didn’t look pretty. He was sweating it out. He begged and pleaded for Plan B. It kept him awake that night.
But God ultimately answered his prayer with no. He does that sometimes, and it can be a real bummer.
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