God gave me a glimpse of Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane during the retreat.
I saw him praying for his disciples, for all his children who were about to betray him, and for all of us who continue to betray him now. I imagined him struggling against his humanity to pray for them, and winning. And the prayers felt like a fiery fist plunging into his chest and ripping out his heart.
But he prayed anyway.
And as he prayed, he longed for home and cried out to his father "How long?"
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