The Lonely Night

Jesus

The loneliness of this night! Filled with the humiliations of coming before the Sanhedrin, the expectancy of coming before Pilate and the crowds tomorrow, the failure of the apostles, the betrayal by Judas and the denial of Peter. They all weighed heavily upon me. I was alone. Even the Father remained silent. I heard only my own words, spoken aloud in the silent night, “Not my will, but your will be done”. That is all I had – my own words spoken in the emptiness of my soul.

Tomorrow, in every situation, I will seek just one thing – to do the Father’s will until my death on the cross. Then, and only then, will I be able to say “It is finished”.