“This is My Commandment, that you love one another just as I have
loved you. Greater love has no one than
this, that one lay down his life for his friends; you are my friends, if you do
what I command you”. (John 15:12-14).
Hey Gang: Years ago I
made a tragic mistake. I prayed a prayer
that I was not prepared to accept the consequences of that prayer. It was about this time of the year and,
during my devotion time, I was preparing what I prayed that God would give me a
very special message for the coming Easter Chapel Service. Simply, (I learned
very rapidly that it was not so simply), I prayed God would teach me about the
agony of the cross. And that He did! I am not one to measure and weigh one week’s
woes against another, but as I recall, I do believe it was the toughest week of
my life and the pain still lingers.
Part of my devotions, the other morning, centered on the
Palm Sunday entry of Jesus into Jerusalem; a Scripture that I have read several times every
year for the past fifty years - but there was something different that dug deep
into my heart and mind. I did not ask
the Lord to teach me about the agony that followed his triumphal entry – I had
learned that lesson well.
As a reread the account of that day in the life of the Lord,
I wondered what was going through Jesus’ mind when he rose from sleep that
morning. He had told his disciples that
He would soon be glorified, which I sense they did not have a clue what He
meant. He was man and He was God. We sometimes forget that He was man- and felt
the same pain, the same anxieties and I suspect even some of the same fears
that I experience.
Did He not come to walk in our sandals and learn the trials
that we, His creation, go through? I
once made a comment, in one of my speaking excursions, that Jesus probably had
acne as a teen and perhaps was even constipated one or more times. That was not well received by some of those
salt-colored heads in the back pew. But
Isaiah did say, “Surely our griefs He
Himself bore and our sorrows He carried” (Isa.53:4).
It was Passover time and the streets were packed with more
than two million people jamming the narrow streets of Jerusalem. The city was a buzz- the man who raised
Lazarus from the dead was on His way to the city. I believe there was great anticipation as
word began to circulate that Jesus, the one who had the power to heal the sick
and raise the dead, was nearing the city.
Within the masses there were three very distinct groups of
people: those who knew Him intimately and believed that He was truly the Son of
God, the ever present curiosity seekers who were always in the market for
something unusual, and the religious leaders who feared Him and sought a way to
remove this thorn from their side.
We remember the stinging words of Caiaphas when he said, “It was expedient for one man to die on
behalf of the people”. (John 1:14). The die had been cast, Jesus must die to protect their way of life.
We are told that those who knew Him intimately “…spread their coats in the road, and
other spread leafy branches which they had cut from the fields” and those who
went in front and those who followed were shouting: “Hosanna! Blessed is He who
comes in the name of the Lord. Blessed
is the coming kingdom of our father David: Hosanna in the Highest” (Mark
11: 8-10).
I wondered how He
felt as He approached the city and saw the great multitudes of people lining
the streets to get a better look at this “raiser of the dead”. I have heard many renditions of this, which
is called the Triumphal Entry, but how did the ‘man’ in this God-man feel? Was He filled with anxiety?
He knew what
awaited Him. He knew soon He would not
leave this city again on foot. He knew the Roman soldiers knew their craft well
and could strip the skin off the backs of the convicted clear down to the
bone. He knew that the soldiers knew how
to drive the spikes into the hands and leg with such precision as to cause the
greatest pain, but also do it such a way that death came slowly and pain that
is indescribable to man lingered.
As I tried to put myself in His place, sitting here in the
plushness of my home where I have been so abundantly blessed, I just could not go
deep enough into my soul to truly understand.
How could the God, who created the perfect universe and all that it
contains- including me, agree in that
meeting- before-time began to be my sacrifice and free me from the bondage
of sin. I could think of nothing-
because there was nothing. He reached
out and said, “Here is gift from the
Father, don’t walk or jog but run as fast as you can to His arms and His
forgiveness and His salvation.”
I thought of that night when Jesus and His disciples had
finished the ‘last supper’ together and gone to the place where Jesus loved to
pray. I remember the first day that I
stood in the midst of the huge olive trees that now make up the garden. And I thought of the story when the King of
Aram sent a great army of horses and chariots to capture Elisha. Elisha’s servant was in great fear when he
saw that the city was surrounded and
“…cried out to Elisha, what shall we do?”
“Do not fear, for
those who are with us are more than those who are with them. Then Elisha prayed and said, “O Lord, I pray,
open his eyes that he may see.” And the
Lord opened the servant’s eyes and he saw; and behold the mountain was full of
horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha”. (2 Kings 6:16-17).
I believe that is a perfect picture of what transpired that
night at the Garden of Gethsemane. I
recalled the times I stood on the Mount of Olives and looked across that vast
expanse surrounded by the Kidron and Gehenna Valleys, the Gate Beautiful in the
Old City Wall, and The Garden of Gethsemane. I visualized it filled with those
same horses and chariots, all in battle dress with swords in hand waiting for
their orders to rescue the Lord of Glory from the hands of the evil ones.
There was a precedent for that way back in the life of
Abraham and Isaac. God tested Abraham, “He said, “Take now your son, your only son, whom you love, Isaac, and
go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the
mountains of which I will tell you. So
Abraham rose early in the morning and saddled his donkey, and took two of his
young men with him and Isaac his son; and he split wood and for the brunt
offering, and arose and went to the place of which God had told him…
Where is the lamb for
the burnt offering? God will
provide! Abraham stretched out his hand
and took the knife to slay his son. But
the angel of the Lord called to him from heaven and said, “Abraham, Abraham!” Do
nothing to him for now I know that you fear God” (Gen 22:1-22).
Just as Abraham was about to thrust the knife in His only
son’s heart, the Lord said Abraham, put down your knife, I see the sincerity of
your heart. The angels knew that story.
They were probably there and prepared on this fateful night to stop Caiaphas
and his cohorts from fulfilling their prophecy that it was more expedient for
Jesus to die than to have their world turned upside down.
It was here that Jesus, the man, cried out to “Abba Father, All
things are possible for You, remove this cup from Me”. And it was
there that the battle of the of cross was won- when God’s Begotten Son cried
out, “Yet, not
what I will, but what You will” (Mark 14:35-36). And our salvation was secured for all
eternity. The Garden of Gethsemane that
night was filled with God’s angel warriors in full battle gear with swords in
hand ready to rescue God’s Son but - without the shedding of blood there is no
atonement!
My heart is filled with sadness this day because of the part
that I paid to place my Lord Jesus, God’s Son, who came into the world as
God-man to prepare a way for me to be freed from the bondage of sin. When He entered the city that day, some, a
small contingent, cried out Hosanna, Hosanna to the King of Kings -but soon the
mob, who choose to go their own way and reject God’s love, cried out, “Crucify Him, Crucify Him.”
If the news were to report that Jesus, the Christ, the Son
of Jehovah, was coming to your street today, would you be in the Hosanna
shouters crowd or would you be with the mob shouting “Crucify Him”?
Or perhaps you would be standing in the middle of the street
not sure what direction you need to go.
Jesus said, “I am the way, I am the truth. I am the life, there is no
other way to the Father except my Me” (John 14:6). The price for redemption was paid in full on
that hill called Calvary, ““For God so loved you and me, that He gave His only begotten Son, that
whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life” (John
3:16).
“Greater
love his no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends, you are
my friends if you do what I command you”.
I died for you, will you die for Me? Signed Jesus! (John 15:13).
Blessing,
Gramps