I was casually browsing through Instagram when this hit me a slug to the chest:
Barnabas Piper is an Evangelical Christian figure I follow (to some degree). He’s currently on a tour of Israel.
I would imagine seeing that would grab the breath from your chest and swallow up your whole attention. To be aware of the emotions our Lord felt at that moment? To feel it yourself?
Luke tells us what Christ felt:
And he came out and went, as was his custom, to the Mount of Olives, and the disciples followed him. And when he came to the place, he said to them, “Pray that you may not enter into temptation.” And he withdrew from them about a stone’s throw, and knelt down and prayed, saying, “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.” And there appeared to him an angel from heaven, strengthening him. And being in agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.
Jesus, the perfect bond between man and God, right before He was to drink down the worst suffering imaginable in any place and any time, wept blood. Christ knew precisely what was to come — He knew the suffering that awaited Him. He’d always known. From the creation of time, Christ was crucified. He knew as a baby, He knew as a teenager, He knew as an adult.
And He knew here, right before it was to begin.
But notice — in the midst of tremendous, unrelenting pressure, like a submarine pushing down to the harshest depths of the ocean — how He handles it. Christ asks if there is another way — as we all would — but he follows that simple plea with something astounding.
Not my will. Yours.