Jesus is in trouble. Some serious trouble.
The kind of mess that would easily get you into depression. As one would be
expected to do, he decides to get his three close buddies, so that they can go
and pray. He takes Peter, John and James with him so that they could back him
up. He tells them;
My soul is crushed with grief to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me.
He needed their support. He needed them to pray for with him. He then went a little farther and fell on the ground. Falling on the ground maybe because the knees gave way. There he pleaded with the Father that if it were possible, the awful hour awaiting him to be taken away. It was not like a prisoner awaiting the gallows, but like a cornered a tethered sheep watching helplessly as a wolf approaches. He was indeed in danger.
He goes back to find his three friends asleep. He is like, “Seriously? You guys could not stay awake just for an hour when I need you most?”
He goes again to pray, and comes back to find his prayer partners asleep again. They were so embarrassed that they did not know what to say. Even Jesus had no other words for them. It was already too late. His friends were turning to a luggage which he had to drag along.
It was now a race to the bottom. The events that followed were worse:
- He was soon to be betrayed by a friend.
- His close friend denied ever meeting him.
- His gang of 12 who had been very close to him ran away, leaving him with abductors.
- In a few more hours, he would be forsaken by his people he was trying to save.
- He is to be tried under an oppressive regime, for a crime he never committed.
Can someone help Jesus before Friday comes?