What if your favourite person prayed that you will learn to stay and tarry in your Gethsemane?
Would you frown?
Smirk? That such beloved wished evil upon you?
For one thing I know man can find difficult is walking according to the tangents set by God, not the one a man set for God and kind of sweet-talk Him into putting His seal.
Is anything wrong with making our requests known unto God? Far from it, because even Scripture says we should make our requests known.
However, studying the life of our Lord Jesus, it seemed He walked according to a particular pattern. One of His patterns I remember vividly is having nowhere to lay His head.
In this day and age, God forbid I have nowhere to lay my head. But it happened one time: I had nowhere to stay for several weeks, and even, making light of it and joking, I said I had entered into what the Son of Man felt. Hence, He understands my feelings, for is He not a High Priest who cannot not be touched with the feelings of our infirmities?
But I X-rayed what could make I and Jesus similar. How would Jesus have responded in so much uncertainty?
Well, I chose to tarry at my Gethsemane and lose every strength I had in myself, and even see the somewhat position I termed cruel as God’s kindness to me. I don’t know if I did well at that Gethsemane.
It therefore brought my thoughts to the fact that at every point in time in our lives, on our journey, you will reach your Gethsemane, where you will have to lay down your ways for His, your life for His. And no, it’s never glamorous, despite its form.
It might not be the beautiful garden you see during the day. It might be a Gethsemane in the night, very dark, uncertain, gloomy, where the trees might even creep you out.
Forget the scary picture. What if your Gethsemane is plenty, and is beautiful to many outside? But it’s your Gethsemane; you know your burden in your Gethsemane.
In both kinds of Gethsemane, one can forget the reason one is there, carried away by the beautiful Gethsemane or the creepy one. The solution not to be carried away will be to always look up to Jesus, in every Gethsemane, in every Garden, and in every Season.
Nevertheless, the prayer simply is that whenever you plan to go against God’s Gethsemane and tend another garden for yourself, according to your own rules, He says no, and you adhere to move to the cross.
May you allow the Father’s will to press you in His garden, with intense pressure to bring out refined oil–the very purpose of Gethsemane.
The song I can't get out of my mind: Heart your throne by Elisha Erese.
Till next time!
Selah!
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