It was the one place where he could go and meet with God. The one place where he knew he would find God’s presence and fulfill his own purpose. The place where heaven and earth would collide in one furious moment.
In many ways, it was holy ground to him.
It was his tabernacle, his sanctuary, and his chosen meeting house of God. He needed answers, he needed clarity, and he needed to find assurances of the purpose for his life.
And so quietly, he slipped out of the room where he had been. Through the darkened streets and the crossing of shadows he walked slowly to the little garden at the foot of the grove of ancient trees known as the Mount of Olives.
He was headed to the Garden of Gethsemane.
He was going because he needed to encounter God. He was going because he had been called and he had been chosen. He was going because he was committed.
That night in the Garden of Gethsemane, scripture describes Jesus as “anguished and distressed.” He was “grieving to the point of death.”
Three times he pleaded with God, asking if there was any other way to remove this “cup of suffering.” He begged God wondering if there was relief or any other way. And yet, he was obedient to his calling, saying “Father, let your will be done.”
That’s when heaven and earth collided.
Everything made sense and nothing made sense in the same moment.
He knew what his purpose was and yet wished it could happen any other way.
He felt the will of God and he felt abandoned by God.
He felt the closest to God and the furthest from God in the same moment.
He felt like he was in the hand of God yet so far from God.
He claimed his purpose but it didn't erase the pain.
Confusion and yet clarity.
Torment and yet triumph.
Sorrow and yet joy.
Surrender and yet victory.
And then finally, peace.
Deep abiding peace that comes from knowing that you have found your purpose and your meaning.
Knowing and surrendering to God’s will and then accepting what you were created to do.
The pain, torment, despair, and anguish in the Garden of Gethsemane surrendered to God to become a stage for the glory of God to be displayed.
Then, in that moment, you realize God was in it all along.
The moments we feel the furthest from God are the very moments we are closer to him than we ever thought.
My son with special needs is my Garden of Gethsemane.
He is where heaven and earth collide in my life. His special needs have been my sorrow and my joy. He is where my mourning has been turned into dancing.
He has brought me the closest to the presence of God in my life at the same times I felt God was the furthest from me.
He is where clarity has been birthed out of confusion.
He is where I found the will of God for my life.
He is where I discovered my purpose and why I am on earth.
My pain is so deep, but my purpose is deeper.
He is where I am my weakest and yet I am my strongest.
He is where I have been wounded greatly, but healed deeply.
He is where I realized I have been chosen and called.
He is where I stand surrendered to God’s plan.
He is where I go to find God’s presence and hear his voice in my life.
The pain and suffering of this challenge surrendered for the stage of God's glory.
Gethsemane means, “oil press.” It’s where the olives would be squeezed to extract the goodness of the oil inside of them.
My son with special needs is my oil press, squeezing the goodness and fruit in my life out of me.
He is my meeting house of God.
He is my Garden of Gethsemane.
PRAY--"Father, in all ways, in all things in my life today, let your will be done. I thank you that you have a plan and a purpose for everything in my life, I surrender it all to you."