Napping in the Gethsemane (When apathy and empathy collide)

The prayers were agonizing. They were so intense that red sweat stained his white robe on this blackest of nights. The sorrow was excruciatingly deep, painful and overwhelming. Jesus said he felt like dying. A pall hung over the olive garden, an unsettling silence punctured only by His agonizing plea to His friends, “Stay here. [Read More…]