The wind was picking up now, blowing clouds across the moon, shrouding the garden in darkness.
“Stay up with me?” Jesus asked his friends. They said yes and waited under the olive trees, but they were tired and soon feel asleep.
Jesus walked ahead alone, into the dark. He needed to talk to his heavenly Father.
He knew it was time for him to die. They had planned it long ago, he and his Father. Jesus was going to take the punishment for all the wrong things anybody had ever done, or ever would do.
“Papa! Father!” Jesus cried. And he fell to the ground. “Is there any other way to get your children back? To heal their hears? To get rid of the poison?”
But Jesus knew—there was no other way. All the poison of sin was going to have to go into his own heart.
God was going to pour into Jesus’ heart all the sadness and brokenness in people’s hearts. He was going to pour into Jesus’ body all the sickness in people’s bodies. God was going to have to blame his son for everything that had gone wrong. It would crush Jesus.
Violent sobs shook Jesus’ whole body. Then Jesus was quiet. Like a lamb. “I trust you, Papa,” he said. “Whatever you say, I will do.”
Suddenly, through the trees, a glitter of starlight flashed off steel. Into the quiet garden came whispers, muffled voices, clanking metal—and the sound of boots marching.
Jesus stood up.
He woke his friends. “Now is the time,” he said gently. “Everything that was written about me—what God has been telling his people all through the long years—it’s all coming true.”
And into the night, with burning torches and lanterns, with swords and clubs and armor, they came—an army of soldiers. Judas led them straight to Jesus so they could arrest him.
Jesus was waiting for them.
–from the Jesus Storybook Bible by Sally Lloyd Jones