He was Human

“Go with me for a moment to witness what was perhaps the foggiest night in history. The scene is very simple; you’ll recognize it quickly. A grove of twisted olive trees. Ground cluttered with large rocks. A low stone fence. A dark, dark night. Now, look into the picture. Look closely through the shadowy foliage. See that solitary figure? Flat on the ground. Face stained with dirt and tears. Fists pounding the hard earth. Eyes wide with a stupor of fear. Hair matted with salty sweat. Is that blood on his forehead? That’s Jesus. Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane…When Mark wrote about that painful night, he used phrases such as these: “Horror and dismay came over him,” “My heart is ready to break with grief,” and “He went forward a little, [and] threw himself on the ground” (14:32–42 NEB). Mark used black paint to describe this scene.”

– Max Lucado, In the Garden, On Calvary’s Hill Bible Plan

Dear Woman of God,

It’s so hard for me to think that Jesus was ever fearful of anything. Like, come on! He’s supposed to be superhuman. He’s supposed to find human emotion trivial and insignificant. I thought it was supposed to be, “Yes Father, your will be done, trial, crucifixion on the cross, rise again, and we live happily ever after”. But today, I was forced to see that Jesus in REAL LIFE. That he existed in every second, and minute and hour of his time.

Throughout the Bible, Jesus generally seemed untouchable not prone to human problems and ideas. But apart from what the bible tells us of Him, I wonder, was He humorous or was He serious? Did He ever doze off when someone else was talking? Did He wince if He cut His feet when they were taking long journeys on the road? When they were in the boats, did He touch the water in deep thought of things like we do when we go on boat rides? Did He discuss anything other than the Kingdom of God, like work, or how a certain cloud was shaped, or how delicious a certain fish was? We’ll never really know.

But this morning, Max Lucado described to me a vivid and very real, slow motion picture of Jesus.

He was scared.

My Savior, the lover of my soul, my rock and my salvation, was at one point very scared.

Like us sometimes.

He feared for His life.

Like us sometimes.

He even considered giving up, asking God if it were possible to let this cup pass.

Like us sometimes.

He was stressed. Sweating. Heart racing like crazy.

Like us sometimes.

He was scared. So much so He started sweating blood. Medically speaking, on extremely rare occasions, one can sweat blood under intense physical and psychological pressure, or both. That is an enormous amount of stress. Jesus was struggling mentally, physically, and emotionally.

Like us sometimes.

… and for the first time, I saw myself in Jesus.

There is something so humbling and very warm about knowing that even when He was just like me in that reduced moment of internal struggling and second guessing, knees on the dirt, hands clenched together probably rocking back and forth, enormous pressure in His chest, tears and blood running down his face, fearful because He knew He was about to suffer and die…

He chose me still…

Happy Easter Everyone!

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