What would it be like to look your betrayer in the eyes….and to still serve him….knowing that you will die for him and all the other sinners and murderers and betrayers?
What would it be like to look your friends and companions in the eyes knowing that they will desert you that very night….and to still serve them supper? To raise the bread and the cup and to declare that it is your body, your blood, given for many for the forgiveness of sins?
What would it be like to sit next to your friend, Peter, and dine with him knowing that he would deny you three times?
What would it be like to see the people on the street…in the crowd…and know that they will condemn you to death…yet still be willing to endure the pain, the humiliation, the taunts and jeers so that they may be saved?
What a dark, horrible time this must have been for our savior. I am amazed at the strength of His love, His Faith, His sacrifice, His grace.