In the garden we gather, we enter and gather around and surely we stand on holy ground . . .
The damp of the night hangs heavy in cool night air and we wander and we wonder ~
we can not possibly be, worthy to see all that He must be?!
Yet, He invites, He asks, this God Man, He yearns for us to gather and see, gather here at Gethsemane.
So, we come in the dark of the night and our same moon spills light on this dark night and bare toes touch garden of green and we ask again ~ what has He brought us here to see?
And when they enter in, this band of haggard men, we know. Yes, we certainly do know; there He is, there is our Jesus, He has entered in and here He stands with me at Gethsemane. And I see the pain He wears and He wears it for me.
And He says to them, "You stay here . . . " and you three you come with Me, we must go deeper and we must go farther. And the anguish on His face, oh His beautiful face, could quite possible break our hearts and save the entire human race. But, He has asked us to gather at Gethsemane, He has asked us to see, all that He must be.
This Jesus, this God who wrapped the Light in skin ~ so that He could bear our sin. This Man would cry out in agony and He would lament before the heavens and three times He would plead, "Please, take this cup from Me . . ."
And three times He would willingly surrender, "Yet, not My will . . ."
In the cool of the night as exhaustion would steal the three away, Jesus would break wide open and pour out in this garden of green.
We remember now . . .
was it not another garden and a different man all those years ago that we know . . .
did not that first man break wide open also?
Surely, we know our first father, he too broke in garden of green but he broke with an entirely selfish desire. And it was his break that entirely broke us all from the hand of God.
And in a garden, he broke (we too have broken a thousand times over for purely our own selfish desire) and we have made a break that tore a chasm, a chasm of great divide that lays eternally wide.
And in the cool of the garden of Gethsemane we find yet another Man, and entirely new Man and we watch in quiet anticipation as our Jesus readies Himself to hurtle His body, heart, and soul into the abyss to bridge this chasm that broke clear and wide in that first garden, with that first man, all those years ago.
And He says, "Watch and pray!" And they slumber and sleep. Yet, we know we must not judge for how much do we slumber and sleep in our own Gethsemane!
In the lush garden of green we watch in terror as green is stained in droplets of His red. We silently stare at that beautiful face as yes, we absolutely do see that agony and anguish pours forth from each pore and even now, this precious blood, His life's blood, begins its long and torturous descent from this Heavenly Body to the dry and parched land of our souls that cry out in need of a Savior.
And we see through the mist of the garden, the still of the night, we see our Savior has come and as the droplets of blood gather on such a beautiful face, we gather here to truly see why it is that we race.
We gather on holy ground before holy Savior and we ask again, "How can it be that such as You would die for me?"
But, dare we pry eyes from below? Dare we to see? A heaven above that weeps for her Son below! A Son that cries out, "Father, Father! Please take this cup from Me!"
A Son in anguish. And Father hears the cry of His only begotten Son, Who cries out, "Abba Father, Daddy!" And heaven weeps silent tears, for this Abba Father loved this world so much that He turned deaf ear to sobbing Son and He gave . . .
His only begotten Son . . .
And His only begotten Son gave . . .
His precious life's blood . . .
that gathered in droplets in the garden of Gethsemane . . .
And we gather around in garden so green because . . .
He gave . . .
(Matthew 26:36-46, Mark 14:32-42, Luke 22:39-46)
The damp of the night hangs heavy in cool night air and we wander and we wonder ~
we can not possibly be, worthy to see all that He must be?!
Yet, He invites, He asks, this God Man, He yearns for us to gather and see, gather here at Gethsemane.
So, we come in the dark of the night and our same moon spills light on this dark night and bare toes touch garden of green and we ask again ~ what has He brought us here to see?
And when they enter in, this band of haggard men, we know. Yes, we certainly do know; there He is, there is our Jesus, He has entered in and here He stands with me at Gethsemane. And I see the pain He wears and He wears it for me.
And He says to them, "You stay here . . . " and you three you come with Me, we must go deeper and we must go farther. And the anguish on His face, oh His beautiful face, could quite possible break our hearts and save the entire human race. But, He has asked us to gather at Gethsemane, He has asked us to see, all that He must be.
This Jesus, this God who wrapped the Light in skin ~ so that He could bear our sin. This Man would cry out in agony and He would lament before the heavens and three times He would plead, "Please, take this cup from Me . . ."
And three times He would willingly surrender, "Yet, not My will . . ."
In the cool of the night as exhaustion would steal the three away, Jesus would break wide open and pour out in this garden of green.
We remember now . . .
was it not another garden and a different man all those years ago that we know . . .
did not that first man break wide open also?
Surely, we know our first father, he too broke in garden of green but he broke with an entirely selfish desire. And it was his break that entirely broke us all from the hand of God.
And in a garden, he broke (we too have broken a thousand times over for purely our own selfish desire) and we have made a break that tore a chasm, a chasm of great divide that lays eternally wide.
And in the cool of the garden of Gethsemane we find yet another Man, and entirely new Man and we watch in quiet anticipation as our Jesus readies Himself to hurtle His body, heart, and soul into the abyss to bridge this chasm that broke clear and wide in that first garden, with that first man, all those years ago.
And He says, "Watch and pray!" And they slumber and sleep. Yet, we know we must not judge for how much do we slumber and sleep in our own Gethsemane!
In the lush garden of green we watch in terror as green is stained in droplets of His red. We silently stare at that beautiful face as yes, we absolutely do see that agony and anguish pours forth from each pore and even now, this precious blood, His life's blood, begins its long and torturous descent from this Heavenly Body to the dry and parched land of our souls that cry out in need of a Savior.
And we see through the mist of the garden, the still of the night, we see our Savior has come and as the droplets of blood gather on such a beautiful face, we gather here to truly see why it is that we race.
We gather on holy ground before holy Savior and we ask again, "How can it be that such as You would die for me?"
But, dare we pry eyes from below? Dare we to see? A heaven above that weeps for her Son below! A Son that cries out, "Father, Father! Please take this cup from Me!"
A Son in anguish. And Father hears the cry of His only begotten Son, Who cries out, "Abba Father, Daddy!" And heaven weeps silent tears, for this Abba Father loved this world so much that He turned deaf ear to sobbing Son and He gave . . .
His only begotten Son . . .
And His only begotten Son gave . . .
His precious life's blood . . .
that gathered in droplets in the garden of Gethsemane . . .
And we gather around in garden so green because . . .
He gave . . .
(Matthew 26:36-46, Mark 14:32-42, Luke 22:39-46)
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