Monday's Meditation
"My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet, not as I will, but as you will."Matthew 26:38 & 39
His hands tremble. Breathless cries escape from his mouth between sobs of pain. He tumbles to the ground now and wrestles to his knees - his forehead pressed to the ground and his hands outstretched. With a sudden upward movement, his torso becomes erect as he searches the heavens for a sign that the Father hears him. Sweat mixed with blood pours down his face creating a puddle beneath him.
"There must be some other way," he pleads. There is no booming voice, no calm whisper, not even a breeze to sway the barren trees in response. Only silence like drawn swords calls out to him. And he knows. He's always known. This is how it has been since before his now trembling hands formed the heavens and the earth.
He will be taken. He will be beaten. He will be mocked. He will feel the air seep from his lungs and struggle to return. The sins of the world will rest on his shoulders. The Father will turn his face from him. His heart will break. He will die.
"He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sin and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed."
IPeter 2:24
posted by MoLak Jedi @ 6:00 AM
