His Death

I have revealed you to those whom you gave me out of the world. They were yours; you gave them to me and they have obeyed your word. Now they know that everything you have given me comes from you.  For I gave them the words you gave me and they accepted them. They knew with certainty that I came from you, and they believed that you sent me. I pray for them. I am not praying for the world, but for those you have given me, for they are yours. All I have is yours, and all you have is mine. And glory has come to me through them.

Reading through John 17 this morning, I nearly started crying on the train ride in. Here is this man who knew He was going to die very shortly. He already knew the prophecies that had to be fulfilled and those who would turn their backs on him. Jesus, knowing all of this, steadied His heart by praying for others. He knew how fragile their minds were when it came to understanding what was happening, so He chose to seek the Father. Jesus knew what He was praying into existence.

He knew that, although Peter would deny him three times, Peter was used to start the Church. He prayed for the power behind the testimonies of Jesus’ life, The Gospel, and to all of the hearts, minds and souls who would one day hear it.

My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me.

To think of how these words came to fruition later through someone like Paul, makes me love Jesus and, ultimately, God, so much more. Jesus nurtured the ones brought to Him, and He carefully chose His last words. Those prayers towards the future Glory, the disciples, and for the world was the culmination of what His walk was for.

My prayer for Good Friday is that I sit in these words with Jesus, and hear the cry of God’s heart to draw everyone unto Him. I see the piercing of Jesus, the water and the blood, representing all of what is to come. I see my shame and sins covering him, but His blood shouting that it is done.

Jesus, taken to the tomb, waits for new life.

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