Today, I am wondering where to start. Thinking about Gethsemane at least today feels very sad. The weather has been so deary; that I can't seem to find the usual sunshine in my soul; but I do want to bare testimony of my Savior.
It just grieves me to think about the Lord hurting for me and for all of us. I love the Savior with all of my heart and soul. I love Him for all of his divine qualities; that I would love to have. I love Him for his teachings and example. I love Him for his deep love and ever awareness of each of us. I love Him for his gentle, kind and loving spirit. I love Him for being there so many times for me. I know He walks with me and sometimes carries me through my life experiences; when it is too hard for me. Perhaps, in the pre-existence, He walked and talked with us all and He knew us as he knows us now. I like to think that is true. I want to be a follower of Him. I want to repent of my sins and have the Saviors atonement effective in my life. I want to feel his arms embrace me. I want to look into his face and feel his love for me. I love him for doing for me what I can not do for myself. I have deep gratitude for our Heavenly Fathers plan. I know it to be true with all my heart. I can never fathom what happened in the the Garden of Gethsemane; but I love the Savior for not dropping the bitter cup. I love Him, I love Him, I love my Redeemer; and I know that he lives!
Here is a remarkable vision that Elder Orson F. Whitney had:
"I seemed to in the Garden of Gethsemane, a witness of the Savior's agony. I saw Him as plainly as ever I have seen anyone. Standing behind a tree in the fore-ground, I beheld Jesus, with Peter, James and John, as they came through a little...gate at my right. Leaving the three apostles there, after telling them to kneel and pray, the Son of God passed over to the other, side where He also knelt and prayed. It was the same prayer with which all Bible readers are familiar: :Oh my Father, if it be possible ,let this cup pass from me; nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt."
`As he prayed the tears steamed down his face, which was toward me. I was so moved at the sight that I also wept out of pure sympathy. My whole heart went out to him: I loved him with all my soul, and longed to be with him as I longed for nothing else.
Presently He arose and walked to where those Apostles were kneeling --fast asleep! He shook them gently, awoke them, and in a tone of tender reproach untincitured by the least show of anger or impatience asked them plaintively if they could not watch with him one hour. There He was, with the awful weight of the world's sin upon his shoulders, with the pangs of every man, woman and child shooting through his sensitive soul--and they could not watch with Him one poor hour!
Returning to his place, He offered up the same prayer as before; then went back and again found them sleeping. Again he awoke them, re admonished them, and once more returned and prayed. Three times this occurred."
Just think Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ did this for all for us! Knowing the love that our Heavenly Father had for this son how hard it was for even He to not take away this bitter cup. I feel within my heart that even Our Father must have wept too. Satan was there with all of his hosts trying to stop this part of the plan. An angel was sent to bare the Savior up; to complete these agonizing moments. How grateful I am that he did not relinquish for even a second of time.
Just think of this thought by Elder Niel A. Maxwell: "Having bled at every pore, how red His raiment must have been in Gethsemane, how crimson that cloak! No wonder, when Christ comes in power and glory,that He will come in a reminding red attire, not only signifying the wine press of wrath but also to bring to our remembrance how he suffered for each of us in Gethsemane and on Calvary! (Ensign, May 1987.p. 72.)
"Can we,even in the depths of disease, tell Him anything at all about suffering?"
"In ways we cannot comprehend, our sicknesses and infirmities were borne by Him even before they were borne by us. The very weight of our combined sins caused Him to descend below all. We have never been, nor will we be, in depths such as He has known. Thus His atonement made perfect. His empathy and Mercy and His capacity to succor us, for which we can be everlasting grateful as He tutors us in our trials. There was no ram in the thicket at Calvary to spare Him, this Friend of Abraham and Isaac. (As I Am, pp. 116-17)
Oh, how true it is Our Redeemer Lives. What comfort this sweet sentence gives. He Lives!