The Sorrowful Soul of the Savior

I preached a solemn but joy-filled sermon this morning on the agony of Jesus in Gethsemane (you can listen here). I felt something of the weight, saw something of the horror, tasted something of the sting, heard something of the pain, and sensed something of the meaning of it all. It was for me and my sin that the Savior was greatly distressed so much that He wanted to push the cup away from Him. It was for me and my sin that He embraced the cup, submitted to His Father, and accomplished His work. What a Savior!

My God, My Savoir, What Aileth Thee?

Charles Spurgeon on the meaning of Gethsemane:

"How black I am, how filthy, how loathsome in the sight of God, -- I feel myself only fit to be cast into the lowest hell, and I wonder that God has not long ago cast me there; but I go into Gethsemane, and I peer under those gnarled olive trees, and I see my Saviour. Yes, I see him wallowing on the ground in anguish, and hear such groans come from him as never came from human breast before. I look upon the earth and see it red with his blood, while his face is smeared with gory sweat, and I say to myself, 'My God, my Saviour, what aileth thee?' I hear him reply, 'I am suffering for thy sin,' and then I take comfort, for while I fain would have spared my Lord such an anguish, now that the anguish is over I can understand how Jehovah can spare me, because He smote His Son in my stead."