A Work in Progress

In the garden of Gethsemane, my Jesus wept bitterly and trembled. Comforted only by an angel, for His disciples were busy sleeping, He prayed fervently that this cup that He would soon drink would be taken from His lips. He also prayed that His will would not be done, but that the Father's will would be done. Three times Jesus prayed this.

How? How could this perfectly holy amazing majestic Lord veil His glory in mortal flesh and come to the most humble beginning? A baby. The whole universe cannot contain the immensity of God, yet He lived in a cramped womb for nine months. He came weak, needly, helpless. The opposite of His true self. His whole entire life, He knew what the Father's will was for Him...to die. A death that none is worthy of. He was human in every way except that He had no sin. He was perfect.

Jesus in the garden. Why did He weep? Not because of the death He was about to face...what could man do to His body? Even death cannot keep our Lord! No, He wept because...because of the weight He was about to endure. Because of the hugeness of the sins of every single person in history that He would take on. Not only this, but because of the fact that He would be separated from God...God from God...and this was something that grieved Him to the point of death. He did not say a word when they spit on Him, mocked Him, beat Him, and crucified Him. But, He opened His mouth to cry "My God, my God! Why have you forsaken me?" Consider the immensity of this. Holiness turned it's back on holiness. The ultimate death...seperation from God. It was not the nails, though they cause Him pain, or the crown, though He bled. It was the weight of the world. The sin place on holiness. And the separation from the one He loved the most. God's wrath was poured out on His Son!

How? How can we even consider for one second the things of the world. The things that took our Saviour, nailed Him to the cross, and killed Him. Crushing His spirit and body at the same time. He hung there a mass of mangled sin...death for us. How could we begin to even think of turning from that to the world and the things of the world that He died for. He died, yes, and rose again so we might not serve a dead God. He crushed death and have victory! But, our freedom from sin comes with a price. The price of death. How can we not stop to thank Him and become overwhelmed by His love. How can it not take our breath away? Oh that we would all show the same love back to Him that He poured on us!