 The time of his crucifixion was at hand, there in the garden, under the weight of the moment. Jesus agonized and prayed. His sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground. Jesus prepared to take upon himself the worst of humanity, the totality of every sin, from every person, from every generation, past, present, and future. The darkness of it, the shame of it, the ugliness of it, was about to be laid upon his body. He would also receive the fullness of the wrath of God. It was then that he prayed, oh my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me, nevertheless, not as I will, but as Thou wilt. He embraced the will of God, the pain of the cross. This is something not often talked about anymore, the crucified life. When the call of God demands of us, that which is painful, may we likewise yield. May we cry, not my will, your go be done.