thought for the week
The cup had been shared Jesus soul bared.
They left the supper deep in thought
Not yet knowing
His life was already sought and He knew where he was going He had related his central mission
That we would truly know His Father
And the coming hours would be the ignition
That would light the spark and make their mark
On the history of our world as the seconds slowly unfurled.
He’d washed their feet, a final parable shown
That actions are more powerful than words
To this God He’d surely made known.
Crossing Kidron Brook to a garden
On the mount He knew so well. A place for prayerful stilling Where he would face His looming hell.
He called his disciples to a vigil they would not sustain
As like the world today they were asleep to His pain.
Alone on His knees He faced the future’s crushing weight Sweating drops of blood, as He foresaw His fate.
He closed his eyes and counted the cost
And in a flood of anguish his spirit tossed.
They will be here soon and lay their hands on me
But the tree that beckons they cannot see.
“Close your eyes my Son, see the souls of men
In your wilderness I will not let you fall again.”
He was desperate for release, to avoid drinking the cup
But peace flowed from His Father, filling His spirit
“I am the calm at the heart of this storm
I write the history forever on the walls
I am the space between the lines I am the present that will last for all-time
I am the breeze that will take you there
I am the clothes you will wear When they strip you naked and inflict their pain
Ripping your body driving you almost insane.
As you feel deserted remember you’re my Son
I will hang there with you as your blood slowly runs.
You will endure this, whatever entails
Put your hand in mine, you will not fail.”
“Father, I place myself into your hands.
Love has no rights, it never demands.”
Shouts and torches filled the heat of the night
But Jesus knew He was the Word and the Light
With His peace restored He walked into His future
For a suffering world its permanent suture