Those who know me best know I love to sleep.
This morning, as I sat at my kitchen table with my Bible, I couldn’t help
but be thankful I’d slept so peacefully through the night.
But I was also bothered by that same fact.
Last night was what is known as Maundy Thursday.
About 2000 years ago, on that night,
Jesus was about to be arrested
and led to a horrific death.
Being God, He knew what awaited Him.
So He went to the Garden of Gethsemane to pray.
He took His disciples with Him.
All He asked was their support.
Yet three times He found them sleeping!
My first thought is to be critical of them.
Couldn’t they do what He asked?
After all, they were face-to-face with Him
and, if they’d really looked,
they’d have seen the horror on His face.
But then, I realize I am no different.
How many times has God asked me to do something for Him,
yet I “sleep” instead?
Jesus took our death on that cruel cross,
cancelling out the sin debt we couldn’t pay
and He didn’t owe.
After His resurrection, before He ascended into heaven,
He left us a command to go into all the world
and share the gospel.
He left us an important work to do
until He one day unexpectedly returns.
When He does, will He find us obedient
will He find us sleeping?
“Then He said to His disciples,
“The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few.”
Lots of love,