Imagine for a moment, you face incredible anguish. You pray, but it seems your prayers hit a wall and drop to earth like stone. So you turn to your friends. They’re tired; they can’t be bothered to bear your burden. Those who used to hang on your every word, they’ve turned against you—seemingly overnight. We won’t even broach the state of the church, governing officials.
At one time or another, we all face our own Garden of Gethsemane. As C.S. Lewis once wrote (in Letters to Malcolm),“You see how characteristic, how representative, it all is. In Christ’s passion we find ‘the human situation writ large.’”
Thankfully, we also find peace; we find hope; we find courage to carry on.
We find love like no other.
May you be blessed with them all, this Easter season and always . . .