I do not feel capable enough to comment on the next few passages of Scripture. Do the chapters affect me? Yes. Do I take anything from them? Yes. Do I see anything new? Sure. But I feel ill equipped to explain Christ's suffering, because I have never suffered. Nobody has suffered as Christ has, but I feel there are people close to me who have a much better idea of what testing is. I am surrounded by people going through difficulties. It seems almost callous to sit at a computer screen some days talking about trusting in God, and allowing Him to work through me. Sometimes it sounds so generic and fake. I don't feel that way when I'm writing it, but then I look at people who are living their faith in a tangible way, and think to myself, "What do I know?" The faith that is tangible is a cousin's family who day in and day out tend to their comatose son and his various medical emergencies. The tangible trials are the ones of my in-laws coping with the daily struggle of her adjusting to life in a wheelchair because bone cancer has taken her ability to walk. I'm not sure why I am going down these avenues today. I just have been thinking recently that I can read God's Word, I can get joy from sharing it, I can feel like God has shown me something to apply in my life, but I look at people around me who understand far better than I do. I would venture that there are people who could understand Christ's turmoil better than I can. I am sure that persecuted Christians around the world are in their own Gethsemane right now. These people understand that they may be facing death head-on soon. They could empathize with Christ's arrest, trial and subsequent persecution. I can't.
|Jesus Prays in the Garden--Taken from Standard Bible Story Readers, Book Six|
By Lillie A. Faris, Illustrated by O.A. Stemler and Bess Bruce Cleaveland
The Standard Publishing Company, 1929