And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.
My life for you. Your life for mine.
We live in constant tension about serving and being served.
But, I’ve never given my life for anyone.
In fact, when forced to sacrifice I often do it grudgingly.
Lord, I like winning much better.
So often on my own walk. The Lord quietly waiting.
“Here I am, come follow me.”
Father forgive me, forgive me.
I pray but too often my prayers become directives.
I pray and too often Your thoughts are not my thoughts.
Help me Lord in my unbelief.
Help me follow You.
I’m reminded of the hymn you sung on the way to Gethsemane.
It’s a long walk from the Upper Room to Gethsemane.
Over hill and valley, crossing the Kidron and up the Mt. Of Olives.
Remind me not to forget what I’m doing when following You.
So, where do we go next?
At the moment, I’m waiting.
You literally walked to Your death.
I literally spend a lot of time complaining. Demanding.
Forgive me Father for my ignorance.
Help me surrender.
Help me remember. YOU LOVE ME.
Remind me of How Much You Think about me.
I want to think about You a lot more.
I want to be used up. To be equipped.
To share the Gospel. Follow Your lead.
Thank You Lord for this brief respite. You are Lord.
Covid Holy Land Journal
April 2, 2022