“Father, if you are willing, please
don’t make me drink from this cup. But do what you want, not what I want.” Luke
22:42
It is nearly impossible to come up with
a personal example of what it felt for Jesus the night He faced the looming
cross. He knew, as everyone else in his time, the torturous methods used by
Rome in exterminating offenders. He was fully aware of the horrors that could
possibly play out before even the first nail was shoved through his hands. He
faced His skin being stripped from His back, blow after blow, from the metal
and bone tied into the whip known as the “cat of nine tails”.
The cross did not take Jesus unaware;
throughout His entire public ministry He constantly alluded to the suffering
that awaited Him in Jerusalem. Each step, even during the times of great
acclaim and popularity, was aimed at the fateful Friday when the pain of the
world and its sin would be come together in a single critical mass of His own
body. Love compelled Him to go; the pangs of death and suffering gave Him
momentary pause.
Before the trial of trumped up charges,
Jesus walks to the Garden of Olives with His disciples. They have gathered
there often before, it would not be hard for the authorities to find Him. But
perhaps Jesus needed the comfort of the familiar; a place where He and His
disciples had previously shared worship and prayer together. And there it was
that He poured out His soul.
Apart from the prayer of Jesus in John 17,
nearly all of Jesus’ recorded prayers are quite short. Admittedly, the narrators
may have condensed a longer petition, but there is still something to learn
from how honest and pointed Jesus prayed. In His agony He wastes no time with
traditional or expected preludes. He dives in; the result of both familiarity
and trust.
Knowing that Jesus, the perfect Son of
God, could come to Father God and express His inner distress to the point that
His sweat appeared to be drops of blood should encourage us. How much more do
we, in our human imperfections, have reason to cry out when the world no longer
makes sense, or the path of obedience seems also to be the pathway of pain?
Jesus has gone before us, pouring out His heart to Father God, and so grants us
permission to do the same.
How tender and intimate is this moment. “Father”,
He cries out. I can still here my own children’s voices at times when they
thought I had lost them. “Dad! Where are you, Dad?” Even in agony, the Father
and Son’s unity remains unbroken because of love.
“Don’t make me drink from this cup.” In the
end, I do not think Father God ever did make
His Son drink. It was Jesus’ choice. There is no doubt that it was God’s will
for Him to save mankind on the cross; yet it fell to Jesus’ own decision to
submit to that will. He declares His own distaste for the task ahead. Again,
Jesus sets us free to pray with utter honesty. “Father God, I don’t want to do
this thing. It is too hard. It is too painful. I don’t know if I can finish the
task.” He frees us to tell Father God all our reasons for hesitancy. To find
the comfort of God, we must be honest with Him.
“But do what You want, not what I want.”
This, I think, may be the most powerful prayer in all of Scripture. Jesus faces
unspeakable horrors and pain. The agony He will experience escapes our ability
to imagine. He also knows His own closest friends will not walk to the end with
Him, many of them fleeing into hiding. And, in the darkest moment of all, He
will feel that even His own Father has forsaken Him. “But…not what I want…but
what You want.”
That prayer is why we now can have
unhindered access to Father God ourselves. The passionate wrestling of Jesus
that night, by Himself, three times over while His three friends slept out of
fear; that wrestling won the day. From that moment on, though it appeared
otherwise, Jesus was fully in authority. The doubts poured out and His Father’s
will fully accepted, Jesus now took each step knowing He was fulfilling the
destiny that had been eternally planned: The Lamb slain from the foundations of
the world.
Let no one tell you that Christians
never suffer. Don’t let them persuade you that wrestling with personal doubt is
somehow a sign of immature faith. Let Jesus’ prayer that night reach into your
own heart of doubts and let it teach you to come to Father God honestly. If you
are facing a decision and doing what God wants appears to bring hardship, pray
like Jesus. Tell God your concerns, but, then, walk straight into God’s will,
knowing that Father God will never forsake you. He never forsook His Son, and
neither will He turn His back on You.
And, just remember; Thursday Jesus
prayed, Friday He was crucified and died. But Sunday was just around the
corner!
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