To The End - Luke 22
Today is Maundy Thursday. It is the day many churches remember as the night Jesus ate the last supper with His disciples. I thought about that this afternoon and wonder what it must have been like for Jesus this day. He knew what was ahead. So I wonder if He was nervous or unsure. I wonder if He tried not to think about it. I wonder if the twelve noticed anything about the way Jesus was acting. I imagine the stress was incredible.
But regardless Jesus kept going. He stayed true to His purpose. He kept His eyes fixed on the goal. Nothing would distract Him. Even though He had plenty of distractions. Like Judas betraying Him. Or the eleven debating which one of them was the best. Or Simon's arrogant assumption that he would never deny Jesus. Or the eleven sleeping when Jesus needed them praying. Or them running at the moment He needed them the most. Yep, Jesus had many distractions, namely the fact that at the end of the day no one, absolutely no one, was there for Him. It was just Him and His Father going through hell on earth all alone.
It is Thursday evening as I write this. The sun is slowly fading into the horizon of pecan trees here in Georgia. Night is fast approaching. Nothing can stop it. So it was for Jesus and his destiny. He was quickly coming to His moment of great failure - being executed with two thieves. And nothing could stop it. And He stayed true to the end. And nothing could stop that either.