The cup which the Father
has given Me, shall I not drink it?
The Passover meal was prepared. The
bread. The wine. The lamb slaughtered.
And then, Crack! The
bread - broken.
Truly, truly I say to you,
that one of you will betray me.
The traitor?!! Within?!!!
It was night. The hour of deep darkness.
But, it wasn’t just Judas.
It was Peter.
The cock will not crow today until you have denied three times that you know Me.
It’s all of us.
One way or another. This day or the next. Asleep when we should be awake to pray. Keeping busy when we should stop and rest. The way we wield the sword to defend our Lord, as if He needs us to defend Him. The way we speak when we should be silent. And the way we remain silent when we should be speaking up.
One way or another. This day or the next. Asleep when we should be awake to pray. Keeping busy when we should stop and rest. The way we wield the sword to defend our Lord, as if He needs us to defend Him. The way we speak when we should be silent. And the way we remain silent when we should be speaking up.
All of you will fall away…
Denial. Betrayal. The bitter cup…
My soul is deeply grieved to the point of death...
Father, if You are willing, remove this cup from Me. Yet not My will, but Yours be done.
Father, if You are willing, remove this cup from Me. Yet not My will, but Yours be done.
Jesus took the cup and drank it to the last
drop.
He made Him who knew no sin
to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in
Him. 2 Corinthians 5:21
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