Dave's Diary

Luke 22:39-65

Lord Jesus,
Perfect Son of Man and Son of God –
In the face
of looming danger,
and horror beyond words,
You knelt to wrestle and pray.
There in the Garden
You waged war
against a fear and temptation
I could never imagine.
And when the anguish of choosing
to sacrifice Your own life
for us
drew sweat drops of blood
from Your head,
still I heard You pray:

‘Abba, Father,
if there’s another way,
let it be.
Take this cup
away from me.’

And when there was
no other way
still
I heard You pray,

‘Not my will,
Your will
be done today.’

There in the Garden
of blood,
sweat,
tears,
You prayed
and prayed
and prayed
again…

Lord Jesus,
Perfect Son of Man and Son of God –
Forgive me.
I have fallen all too often
straight into Satan’s snare.
I have failed to wrestle in prayer.
I have stepped away from the battle
before the first shot was fired.
No words were drawn from my lips,
No blood or sweat from my forehead.
I made no decision
forged to flint in the furnace of prayer.
I turned away
and slept.
My prayer room lay empty.
My voice lay silent.
My spirit lay sleeping.
And so
I ran
away.

Yet today I hear You whisper,

‘It’s not too late.
It’s never too late
to rise and pray,
lest like the one,
your Lord you would betray,
or like eleven,
in terror run away.
No,
rise and pray,
that like the One,
with power you
may face the day.’

And so,
today,
I pray …