Someone has said Gethsemane was the Holy of Holies of Jesus’ life on earth. If that be true then it can be so in our lives also. When we drink of the cup He has placed before us—even down to the last bitter dregs in the bottom—we will be forever changed.
When the dark night of the soul hovers over us, and “Not my will, but thy will be done,” falls from our lips, then we will never again hold to a cheap religion. You can’t come out of your Gethsemane and remain frivolous and flippant about our Lord, or the things of the Lord. For it is in the gloom of the Garden that we see the true value of life.
When I finally lay down self, I take up God. When I surrender everything, I can endure anything. A betrayer’s kiss, physical suffering, a dreaded cross—I can finally go it alone. The moment of surrender is the moment of victory. When I give up my finite will, then God’s infinite will will be accomplished.
It is either our “Remove this cup from me,” or His, “Drink ye all of it.”
by an Old Disciple