The time was approaching and in just a few minutes, He would not have a moment to himself. So he took his three closest friends and went to pray.
The Whip, the crown and the nails all lay in his immediate future. But it was the phrase he was destined to shout that kept ringing in his head, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
The greatest punishment was to be that he was to become sin, our sin, my sin, and lose that perfect fellowship with His Father.
And what of his friends? Three separate times they fell asleep. If it were me, in anger and impatience, I would have called the whole thing off.
- "They don't care..."
- "They're not ready..."
- "No gratitude? No respect?"
But because of his love for you and for me, his face was set toward Jerusalem (Luke 9:53). There was nothing we did that prompted him to bear the cross - and there is nothing we did then, or could ever do do that would discourage him from what he was committed to do.
That is the gospel.
Worship
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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