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Sunday's Coming

Maundy Thursday, April 6

Sunday’s Coming
By: Lori Ennis

“Saying, ‘Father, if You are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not My will, but Yours, be done.’ And there appeared to Him an angel from heaven, strengthening Him. And being in agony he prayed more earnestly; and His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.”  Luke 22:42-44

Of all the days of Holy week, second only to the miraculous resurrection of Christ, this day is most meaningful to me.

This is the night that Jesus washed His disciples' feet and told them that the greatest commandment was to love one another, full stop. Maundy comes from the Latin for ‘command,’ and this is the way I try to live every day–loving the people God puts in my path, despite how hard people can make it to love them.

Hey. Just keeping it real. 🙂

But it’s this time in the Garden of Gethsemane that endears my Jesus to me so much. This is where His humanity is most relatable. He knows what is about to come, and it causes Him such grief and stress, He sweats blood. That medical phenomenon is called hematohidrosis, a very rare condition that occurs when you’re under extreme stress and anxiety. 

It’s here that He asks His Father to remove the horror that’s about to happen…if there is any way to do so and still the weight of sin and death to be removed from His children, that was His prayer. But He went on, knowing that there wasn’t, and out of love, committed His spirit to His Father’s will, not the cry of His human flesh.

I’ve been there. And though I didn’t sweat blood when my son died, I cried out, begging God to remove the pain. Remove the horror. Remove the thorn that would pain me for the rest of my life or take me out of this earth because the pain felt too unbearable. I still cry out, if honest, because the pain still gets that heavy, 13 years later.

Maybe you’ve been there too.
Maybe you’re there now.

So take hope in this: Jesus could have stopped it all–saved Himself and left us to our own devices.

But He didn’t. On this night of the holiest of weeks, He allowed Himself to be arrested and led to what would be a horrific crucifixion. Because He LOVES you, and He WILL wipe every tear away.

Sunday’s coming, friend. Hold on…Sunday’s coming!

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