The Garden of Gethsemane is a beautiful place, filled with ancient olive trees and large, dark, if not black rocks. It overlooks the City of Jerusalem and at that time the temple.
Numerous pictures go through my head when I ponder and pray on Jesus’ agony in the garden.
As I see Jesus prostrate on a large rock, praying, crying and sweating blood- I wonder but also know it’s because of me. Did He, in those few hours, see me? Did He see all of the mess that would be my life? Did He see me turn my back on His Father and on Him? Did He cry for me?
I see Jesus pleading that this cup, filled with our sins, pass him by, and I see Him accept the will of the Father, for the sake of all of us who caused this to be.
And I wonder was this garden a place where He and his parents would go during their pilgrimages to the Holy City? Did they have picnics on this very rock?
Did Jesus play hide and go seek or tag with his cousins, friends and family in this garden?
Did Joseph carry Jesus on his shoulders through the garden?
Did He and Mary gather flowers to make crowns for each other?
And was Mary nearby now, watching her son in agony and knowing she could do nothing but pray and love Him.
So many images of family, of obedience, of faithfulness, of sorrow and of joy.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I love you, save souls!
Just a Fat Sassy Grandma 