It seemed like a simple ask of those closest to Him . . .
“My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me.”
Keep watch . . . with me.
Imagine asking the same thing of those closest to you, and they just fall asleep.
While they were sleeping, Jesus was overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death.
While they were sleeping, His anguish and sorrow was so deep that He sweat drops of blood.
While they were sleeping, He was alone, face pressed to the ground as He cried out to His Father.
While they were sleeping, He went to them three times, hoping to find them keeping watch with Him.
While they were sleeping, an “angel from heaven appeared to Him and strengthened Him.”
Did an angel have to be sent because those closest to Him were sleeping on their watch?
Imagine if, instead of finding them sleeping, He found them on their faces, crying out to His Father God . . . for Him.
Imagine if, instead of sleeping, they stayed close to Him, wiping the blood from His brow, hearing Him pray,
“My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me.”
Imagine if they prayed over Him like the band of brothers He needed that night.
Instead, the third time Jesus returned to them, He said,
“Are you still sleeping and resting?
Look, the hour is near, and the Son of Man
is betrayed into the hands of sinners.
Rise, let us go! Here comes my betrayer!”
While He was still talking . . . Judas arrived with a crowd and a kiss.
Let this beautiful song wash over you as you remember what He went through for us: Garden by Needtobreathe