This is the scene on Thursday – the night before Jesus died. Jesus and his friends had gone to Gethsemane, a small plantation of olive trees just outside Jerusalem.
It’s pretty clear that Jesus knew what the next 24 hours would hold. And he was terrified. He asked his friends to wait with him, but they fell asleep. He was facing the future alone.
Well, not quite alone. He poured his heart out to his Father God, agonising prayers, pleading for a way of escape. But even more than that he asked to do what God wanted.
Then Jesus went with them to a place called Gethsem′ane, and he said to his disciples, “Sit here, while I go yonder and pray.” And taking with him Peter and the two sons of Zeb′edee, he began to be sorrowful and troubled. Then he said to them, “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, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as thou wilt.” And he came to the disciples and found them sleeping; and he said to Peter, “So, could you not watch with me one hour? Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation; the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.”