Gethsemane MomentsNew Every Morning | April 8, 2023
We all have Gethsemane moments. Perhaps we find ourselves in a crisis of some sort, or we wrestle with what God wants us to do, or we face the diagnosis of a severe illness. Whatever these personal Gethsemanes look like, they have a way of challenging our trust in God.
For Jesus, his time in the garden of Gethsemane is a time of lonely prayer before his crucifixion. In Gethsemane, he surrenders his life to God.
—Trevor Hudson, Pauses for Lent: 40 Words for 40 Days (Upper Room Books, 2015)
What “Gethsemane moments” have you experienced that tested your faith in God? Join the conversation.
[Jesus prayed] “My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from me; yet not what I want but what you want.”
—Matthew 26:39 (NRSV)
Prayer for the Week
Holy God, as I walk through this Holy Week, help me to remember all that Jesus experienced in the last week of his life. Guide me to remember his greatest sacrifice, and help me as I seek to follow Jesus. Thank you for your great love. Amen.
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(Courtesy of Vanderbilt Divinity Library)
- Job 14:1-14 or Lamentations 3:1-9, 19-24
- Psalm 31:1-4, 15-16
- 1 Peter 4:1-8
- Matthew 27:57-66 or John 19:38-42
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Again, throughout my chidhood and both marriages. Through the challenges of caregiving as well as my health issues.
I had to cancel the intake meeting with the caregivers because h had become abusive. I rescheduled and hope that I do not have to reschedule again. But his moods are difficult to decipher and one never knows when he will be cooperative.
Quite a few Gethsemane moments through the years: dark nights of the soul. David’s illness, Loss of loved ones, job loss, friendships broken, church strife, being bullied at school and in the workplace, betrayal. Being bullied by a professor who was a minister was the greatest test of my faith. I have surrendered the experience and the person to God, and I snatch it back. The rancor remains.
David has been discharged from home health. He made great progress, but would lik to graduate to a cane. Pray outpatient PT can pick him up and that insurance will pay. We still mourn our kitties we said goodbye to, but have adopted a sweet little part Bengal our vet took in (she was dumped at the vets). She is about 10 months old and is learning to trust us. We call her Patsy, after Patsy on Call The Midwife. Like that Patsy, unconditional love has brought her a long way.
Looking forward to celebrating the Resurrection tomorrow with fellow believers.
I wouldn’t say my Gethsemane moments have tested my faith in God. Rather, they have further solidified it. I needed to lean into my faith, while crying “in the garden”. Lamenting, I suppose. A most pure form of worship. Reminding myself that His will is superior. It is so easy to lose sight of that when in the midst of suffering.
Attended Good Friday service with my friend last evening. It was all music, some of it quite unfamiliar. I got a bit tearful when a duet sang “There Was Jesus”. When I was last in Florida, dad had mentioned there was a new song…”Jesus Was There” – I told him I hadn’t hear of it. He said he got very choked up at church when he heard it. I asked him if it may have been “There Was Jesus” – and played it off of my phone. He said that was the song. He didn’t really put words to why he had gotten choked up – just that the song had “gotten to him”. His tenderness tears at my heart. My sister avoids the possibility of him displaying emotions. I want him to feel comfortable sharing what moves his heart.
My friend packed up and headed home this morning. She really struggles toting around a suitcase and living “like a vagabond”.
A low key day here, napping with kittens, watching golf, looking at the wonderful sunshine outside the window. Tomorrow family will gather at my sister’s youngest son’s home. This will be the first time they have hosted the whole family on a holiday. The younger generation has begun to take over, now that mom is gone, and her sister doesn’t want to host anymore. Easter was always mom’s holiday to host. She took great pride in getting the house ready and preparing the food.