G E T H S E M A N E B Y J O N N Y G O R A S H
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esus wrestled with the darkness in the garden of Gethsemane. As His disciples slipped into the thickn begged for the Light. Blood, sweat, and tears were raining from the Son; each drop a sin that He’d have to have broken any man, but His Father never left Him; this was His plan. He rose from His knees to be greeted with betrayal. With swords and clubs they seized Him as everyone His face was the very first nail. Even Peter would deny that he had ever known the Man. So He was beaten, mocked, and scorned by those He loved. His flesh was torn asunder by whips staine dropped the heavy cross upon his shredded shoulders and prodded Him to drag it through the streets of H continue on His way until His body wasn’t able and collapsed beneath the frame. He was nailed to that tree once He reached Calvary, lifted high atop a hill for all the world to see. He "Look upon what we have done; we have killed Love.” But Love does not die so easily. Love cannot be nailed down to anything. Love does not stay within th So when you're kneeling in the garden, in anguish or in pain—doubt or shame —and darkness tries to suffocate your voice, know that He got up from His knees knowing you’d forsake Him, deny Him, and betray Him, but kept walking anyway. When you’re in Gethsemane, know that He was shamed so you don’t have to be ashamed. He already carried the cross of your worries and burdens. He became all of your sin—past, present, future—and nailed it to the tree so you could leave it there. What of death? He condemned it to the grave, so do not fear. When you've fallen in the garden and it seems everyone’s asleep, know that He won’t leave. He’s already claimed the victory.