And now, after the Last Supper, the Lord goes forth with His disciples to
the Garden of Gethsemani, where He is so overcome with fear and sorrow,
that He seems to cling to the society of the apostles for consolation.
Falling down on His face, He prays that the chalice might pass, yet not as
He would, but as the Father willed it. The disciples slept as if they had
lost all sympathy for the Lord. But why is Our Saviour so distressed? Why
is He so downcast? The sins and the consequences of sin appear before Him
so vividly, and He is so overwhelmed with them, that He feels His soul
oppressed unto death. He sees all the misery of humanity, all the cruelty
practised by man, all the ignorance and degradation of the world; and for
this He must suffer, to bring God’s mercy again to man. He is to take upon
Himself all the sins of mankind. He is to be degraded to the level of a
slave, to die the same death, and all for us.
Prayer.
Look down upon me, good and gentle Jesus, etc., etc.
Fifteenth Day.
In the terrible agony of Our Lord in the Garden of Gethsemani, the Lord
saw all the sins of mankind. He sees the injustice of man in comparison to
the eternal justice of God. He beholds their ingratitude to His
everlasting love, their obduracy against the sweet mercy of God. This
leprosy of sin has been laid on the Lord, so that, as the Psalmist says:
“The confusion of my face hath covered me.”—Ps. xliii. 16. He is filled
with the confusion of shame, because sin is so horrible. His soul is
overwhelmed with bitterness, because sin is so full of malice and insult
to God. Thus covered with our shame, He appears before His heavenly
Father, prone on His face on the ground. The heavenly Father does not
recognize His Son; Jesus prays, but is not heard. The justice of God casts
Him away. He begs the Father for help, but He will not bend His ear to the
supplication of His Son. Jesus waits for consolation, but instead receives
His death sentence. He must drink the cup of sorrow to the very dregs.
Prayer.
Look down upon me, good and gentle Jesus, etc., etc.
Sixteenth Day.
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