It’s dark in the garden of Gethsemane.
A distraught man stumbles forward, his sweat dripping from him like blood, and falls on his face to the ground. In his darkest hour, his friends have fallen asleep, leaving him alone to face the agony of what awaits. Though he’s tried to inform them of what’s coming, they haven’t quite understood.
There is only One to whom he can turn.
My Father,” he prays, “if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me.”
This man, soon to brutally die. Soon to be abandoned by all friends. Betrayed, whipped, mocked, executed. He knows all of this is coming, and more.
And yet he continues, “Yet not as I will, but as you will.”
Only hours from his arrest, Jesus himself begs God to release him from this burden. However, unlike so many of us would, he doesn’t end with this plea. Instead, he says, “Yet not my will, but yours be done” (Luke 22:42).
At some point (or even at multiple points), we all find ourselves in our darkest hour, where all we can do is pray fervently for deliverance, pray with all our hearts for what we believe is right.
We as humans love to try to control things, but in times like these, we find ourselves helpless. We find ourselves asking questions. Why is this allowed to happen? When will it stop? Has God abandoned us?
How do we, like Jesus, say, “Thy will be done?"
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