He was surrounded by his friends, but in that moment he was all alone. He knew what was coming, the horror of the approaching hours, the pain, the torture, the ridicule and rejection, yet he did not run away. At any moment, he could have called it all off, summoned legions to his defense, or destroyed his detractors with a word. He could have refused to bear the burden of the world being placed upon his shoulders.
But he didn't.
To me, the greatest thing Jesus did was not necessarily in his sacrificial death, but rather in his choice to do so. I marvel at the heart and mind and will of the Son of God who travailed so hard in prayer that his sweat was like blood, who begged to be released from his sole duty with the cyr, "Father, please, let this cup pass from me. If there's anyone else, let this cup pass from me. If there is any other way, let this cup pass from me!" And even as he finished saying those words, he superceded them with the greater prayer.
"Nevertheless, not my will, but thine be done." What a man!
But he didn't.
To me, the greatest thing Jesus did was not necessarily in his sacrificial death, but rather in his choice to do so. I marvel at the heart and mind and will of the Son of God who travailed so hard in prayer that his sweat was like blood, who begged to be released from his sole duty with the cyr, "Father, please, let this cup pass from me. If there's anyone else, let this cup pass from me. If there is any other way, let this cup pass from me!" And even as he finished saying those words, he superceded them with the greater prayer.
"Nevertheless, not my will, but thine be done." What a man!
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