Estelle and Robert: To Know Him

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Chapter 47 (v.1) - He Called Him Friend

Submitted: July 30, 2019

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It was the last night that Mavy would be a widow. She smiled at her children, pleased that Robert, surprisingly had not opted to spend the night at Joel's, the trio enjoying a last meal together before becoming a family of four.

"All ye shall be offended because of me this night: for it is written, I will smite the shepherd, and the sheep of the flock shall be scattered abroad. But after I am risen again, I will go before you into Galilee." It was a sure thing. There was no doubt in Jesus' voice. No "if".

"Maybe these guys will," Peter looked down at them, "But not me. I wouldn't deny you! They could kill me too and I won't!"

"Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat: But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: and when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren. When I sent you without purse, and scrip, and shoes, lacked ye any thing? And they said, Nothing. Then said he unto them, But now, he that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip: and he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one."

The disciples echoed Peter's resolve as they entered the garden of Gethsemane, Jesus turning to them, "Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder." And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and very heavy. "My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me."

And he went a little farther, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, "O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt

And he went a little farther, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, "O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt." He rose up from His place, perspiration dotting His brow as He made His way back to the trio, "Peter, what? Could ye not watch with me one hour? Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak." Again, He left them, dropping heavily to His knees, "O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, thy will be done." And he came and found them asleep again: for their eyes were heavy. And he left them, and went away again, and prayed for the third time, saying the same words, his sweat falling like great drops of blood. It would be accomplished.

He returned to His disciples, "The hour is at hand, and the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going: behold, he is at hand that doth betray me!"

The crunch of branches underfoot jolted the men awake, Judas approaching with a great multitude, armed, at the ready, chief priests and elders with him, for he'd told them to watch him carefully for his sign. A kiss. It was dark. He'd spent three years with Jesus, he knew everything about Him, he'd know Him anywhere. He wouldn't make a mistake, even in the dark.

"Hail, master," Judas kissed Him.

"Friend, wherefore art thou come?" Peter watched as they laid hold on his Savior, not thinking twice before drawing out his sword, with one swipe, the ear falling from the servant of the high priest

"Friend, wherefore art thou come?" Peter watched as they laid hold on his Savior, not thinking twice before drawing out his sword, with one swipe, the ear falling from the servant of the high priest. He recoiled, staring at it, startled when Jesus spoke, picking up the ear and healing him that was wounded, "Put up again thy sword into his place: for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword. Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels? But how then shall the scriptures be fulfilled, that thus it must be?"

In that same hour said Jesus to the multitudes, "Are ye come out as against a thief with swords and staves for to take me? I sat daily with you teaching in the temple, and ye laid no hold on me, but this is your hour and the power of darkness."

Horrified, the disciples all forsook Him, fleeing for their very lives. Finicky hearts.

 


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