Your Will Be Done

Your Will Be Done

We are walking the way of the cross in the coming days. Resurrection is coming and we will sing and smile and lift a hand in triumph on Easter Sunday. There are painful stops along the way that, if ignored, cause us to miss the purpose of the cross. We can celebrate death’s defeat but miss the redemption.

After the Last Supper, Jesus took His best friends, His disciples, to pray. They stop in a familiar spot. I imagine the trees in the Garden of Gethsemane lift their branches a little higher as their Creator stops to bow beneath their cover. The rock that holds Jesus up in this moment of submission was once held in His hand, perhaps placed in this exact spot for this very moment.

“My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch with me.”
And going a little farther he fell on his face and prayed, saying,
“My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless,
not as I will, but as you will.”
Matthew 26:36-39

This moment is the point of obedience. The journey He faces is too hard to take on minute-by-minute. Jesus had to predetermine that He would obey all the way to the cross. He experiences the struggle between flesh and Spirit. He gets raw and honest with the Father. And He submits Himself to the will of the Father.

Yes to the pain. Yes to the suffering. Yes to my redemption.

Three times He asks for the story to change, always submitting to the will of the Father.

“My Father, if this cannot pass unless I drink it, your will be done.”
Matthew 26:42

Jesus rises from this sacred place to face death. His sweat, tinged with blood and sorrow, left on the floor of the earthen sanctuary. His dearest friends sleeping through His struggle. Flesh has no part in the walk toward His betrayer; He walks in submission to the Spirit.

I am shamed by my own prayers, uttered quickly and thoughtlessly on the edge of a decision.

“Lord, bless it.”

“Go with me.”

“Be near.”

Rarely do I bow low and cry out, “Not my will but Yours be done.” I do not allow the struggle between flesh and Spirit to play out to the point of a predetermined yes.

Yes to the pain. Yes to the suffering. Yes to my redemption.

On this walk to the cross, I must move forward in Spirit, leaving flesh to die on the ground. If I am to truly experience the glory of resurrection, the freedom of redemption, the answer is Yes. No matter the question, the answer must be Yes.

Lord Jesus, I am humbled by Your obedience. By Your love. Thank you seems to be too shallow. Worship feels like a foolish whisper. I am awakened in the garden, ready to stand with You in obedience. I offer this in response: Not my will but Yours be done.

Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith,
who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross,
despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.
Hebrews 12:2

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  1. Gethsemane is so hard that I have a difficult time reading the passage. It hurts. The verse in Hebrews is beyond my comprehension. Total submission when He knew what was coming – “Amazing love,
    how can it be
    that You my King would die for me?”
    Thank you for taking me on this walk with you into the pain and submission of our Savior.

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