Based on a true story
A chill spread through me as I stepped into the Gospels and walked into the Garden of Gesthemane. I saw Yeshua wrapped in the warm glow of the moon, head bowed, hair hanging off His face. He was in the midst of a fierce battle, lips furiously moving, the picture of the fight that comes with costly surrender.
This was the place where the Word became flesh carried the cross before carrying the cross, where He swallowed the cup of sin and suffering before He suffered.
He lifted His head and I saw blood mixed with sweat pour from His face as His agony becomes tangibly evident even in His voice, “If you will, let this cup pass over me.”
And I think He saw me standing there fragile, frail, flawed and in desperate need of redemption and He added “Nevertheless not my will but your will be done Father.” In His honesty and complete obedience, He was strengthened to suffer for me. That was it. The victory was won before the battle began.
It was finished before it was finished.
He stood up resolute with an ocean of peace brimming over in His eyes.
It wasn’t long before they came for Him and led Him from High Priest to Pilate to Herod and back to Pilate. No fault was found in Him and yet He was whipped till His flesh tore and His back ripped to pieces. The pure divine Son of God exchanged for a murderer.
God is love. Love is patient
A crown of thorns pierces His head
Love is kind
“Father forgive them for they know not what they do”
I wondered if He would call the legions of angels to surround Him as He removes Himself from the cross. I wondered if the grief of momentary separation from the Father would crush Him first before the blood loss and physical exhaustion. But still He stayed till He was emptied of breath. Why?
I think He saw me at the foot of the cross 2000 years later, the reward of His suffering; forgiven, justified by His sacrifice, dressed in His righteousness, reconciled to God and a partaker of the divine nature. I think He saw the Father’s delight in gaining many sons. I think He saw the joy and glory that was set before Him. I think His heart was bursting with love for me and it was love that held Him to the cross.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. This love requests nothing in return just that I abide in His love.
God on a cross chased me down and captured me despite how far I ran from Eden.