“This will be an adventure. I can hardly wait. What wonders shall I see?” as myself conversed with me.
I had set out that morning on a path that followed Jesus as he was arriving at the gates of Jerusalem. We had set out that morning near the Mount of Olives just after He gave sight to two blind men. They followed him and so did I.
Matthew 21:6-11 As Jesus and the disciples approached Jerusalem, they came to the town of Bethphage on the Mount of Olives. Jesus sent two of them on ahead. 2 “Go into the village over there,” he said. “As soon as you enter it, you will see a donkey tied there, with its colt beside it. Untie them and bring them to me. 3 If anyone asks what you are doing, just say, ‘The Lord needs them,’ and he will immediately let you take them.” 4 This took place to fulfill the prophecy that said, 5 “Tell the people of Jerusalem,* ‘Look, your King is coming to you. He is humble, riding on a donkey— riding on a donkey’s colt.’ ”* 6 The two disciples did as Jesus commanded.
I thought He deserved better—the finest stallion, perhaps—but He seems to know what He is doing. As He entered the city, great multitudes went before Him and also followed after Him, like myself , and we all cried out, saying, “Hosannah to the son of David, save us, Lord, we praise You, our King: Blessed is He that comes in the name of the Lord; Hosanna, in the highest heavens, save us, we who praise you!” The whole city was moved, saying “Who is this?” and the multitude said, “This is Jesus the prophet of Nazareth of Galilee.” One could see that the religious leaders were disturbed over this, but during the next few days and nights, Jesus said and did many wonderful things, including things I cannot fathom because they were miraculous.
Then I followed Him and His band of twelve—He called them His disciples. They were His closest students and devotees—I followed them to a building on Mount Zion just outside the city walls. I watched and tried to listen from below as they prepared to observe Passover in the upper room.
Mattew 26:17-75 – Now on the first day of the Feast of Unleavened Bread the disciples came to Jesus, saying to Him, “Where do You want us to prepare for You to eat the Passover?” And He said, “Go into the city to a certain man, and say to him, ‘The Teacher says, “My time is at hand; I will keep the Passover at your house with My disciples.” ’ ” So the disciples did as Jesus had directed them; and they prepared the Passover. When evening had come, He sat down with the twelve.
I removed my Passover elements from my pack and prepared to partake and observe the festival along with them, but there seemed to be a commotion—some sort of interruption to the procedings.
Now as they were eating, He said, “Assuredly, I say to you, one of you will betray Me.” And they were exceedingly sorrowful, and each of them began to say to Him, “Lord, is it I?” He answered and said, “He who dipped his hand with Me in the dish will betray Me. The Son of Man indeed goes just as it is written of Him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been good for that man if he had not been born.” Then Judas, who was betraying Him, answered and said, “Rabbi, is it I?” He said to him, “You have said it.”
They continued with the meal, and I partook with them. I had with me a small loaf of unleavened bread, some bitter herbs, and a small amount of wine. Then I heard Him, clear as daytime, but clear as it was, I didn’t understand.
And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to the disciples and said, “Take, eat; this is My body.” (Luke 22;19 : And He took some bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.”)
I ate a bit of bread along with a bitter herb as though I was consuming Him in a sense. His words were kind of foreboding and I became uneasy, almost downcast, but I don’t know why. However, there was an encouraging presence surrounding me. It implied; don’t be afraid, listen closely . . .
Then He took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. For this is My blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins. But I say to you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father’s kingdom.”
I followed along with difficulty, but by faith I took the last draft of my wine as though it were His blood. In remembrance of Him. Did He say He would shed His blood for the remission of sin? I don’t want Him to do that . . . Do I? Yet, I felt cleansed somehow. I felt my burdens lifted away, Somehow . . . All I could think of, all that kept repeating in my mind was, “O God, You are near, You are Holy, I’m surrounded by Your glory . . .”
And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives. Then Jesus said to them, “All of you will be made to stumble because of Me this night, for it is written: ‘I will strike the Shepherd, And the sheep of the flock will be scattered.’ But after I have been raised, I will go before you to Galilee.” Peter answered and said to Him, “Even if all are made to stumble because of You, I will never be made to stumble.” Jesus said to him, “Assuredly, I say to you that this night, before the rooster crows, you will deny Me three times.” Peter said to Him, “Even if I have to die with You, I will not deny You!” And so said all the disciples.
I followed behind them to the Mount of Olives from where we had started days before. Full circle. And we came to a garden . . .
Then Jesus came with them to a place called Gethsemane, and said to the disciples, “Sit here while I go and pray over there.” And He took with Him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and He began to be sorrowful and deeply distressed. Then He said to them, “My soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even to death. Stay here and watch with Me.” He went a little farther and fell on His face, and prayed, saying, “O My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will.”
Then He came to the disciples and found them sleeping, and said to Peter, “What! Could you not watch with Me one hour? Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Again, a second time, He went away and prayed, saying, “O My Father, if this cup cannot pass away from Me unless I drink it, Your will be done.” And He came and found them asleep again, for their eyes were heavy.
So He left them, went away again, and prayed the third time, saying the same words. Then He came to His disciples and said to them, “Are you still sleeping and resting? Behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man is being betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going. See, My betrayer is at hand.” And while He was still speaking, behold, Judas, one of the twelve, with a great multitude with swords and clubs, came from the chief priests and elders of the people.
I don’t know what happened in the garden that night. I had fallen asleep. It was not the first time I had missed something important because I couldn’t stay awake . . .
But a commotion arose. Soldiers and officials—lots of them—were rushing down the path. I hid behind a clump of bushes.
Now His betrayer had given them a sign, saying, “Whomever I kiss, He is the One; seize Him.” Immediately he went up to Jesus and said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed Him. But Jesus said to him, “Friend, why have you come?” Then they came and laid hands on Jesus and took Him. And suddenly, one of those who were with Jesus stretched out his hand and drew his sword, struck the servant of the high priest, and cut off his ear. But Jesus said to him, “Put your sword in its place, for all who take the sword will perish by the sword. Or do you think that I cannot now pray to My Father, and He will provide Me with more than twelve legions of angels? How then could the Scriptures be fulfilled, that it must happen thus?”
In that hour Jesus said to the multitudes, “Have you come out, as against a robber, with swords and clubs to take Me? I sat daily with you, teaching in the temple, and you did not seize Me. But all this was done that the Scriptures of the prophets might be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples forsook Him and fled. And those who had laid hold of Jesus led Him away to Caiaphas the high priest, where the scribes and the elders were assembled. But Peter followed Him at a distance to the high priest’s courtyard. And he went in and sat with the servants to see the end.
I strained to see what was happening but the multitude of people blocked my view. Suddenly all the disciples came running past. Then came Jesus—a captive Jesus and his countless captors. I was dismayed. What could He possibly have done to arouse this anger? Peter followed far behind, and I followed Peter.
Now the chief priests, the elders, and all the council sought false testimony against Jesus to put Him to death, but found none. Even though many false witnesses came forward, they found none. But at last two false witnesses came forward and said, “This fellow said, ‘I am able to destroy the temple of God and to rebuild it in three days.’ ” And the high priest arose and said to Him, “Do You answer nothing? What is it these men testify against You?” But Jesus kept silent. And the high priest answered and said to Him, “I put You under oath by the living God: Tell us if You are the Christ, the Son of God!” Jesus said to him, “It is as you said. Nevertheless, I say to you, hereafter you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Power, and coming on the clouds of heaven.”
Then the high priest tore his clothes, saying, “He has spoken blasphemy! What further need do we have of witnesses? Look, now you have heard His blasphemy! What do you think?” They answered and said, “He is deserving of death.” Then they spat in His face and beat Him; and others struck Him with the palms of their hands, saying, “Prophesy to us, Christ! Who is the one who struck You?” Now Peter sat outside in the courtyard. And a servant girl came to him, saying, “You also were with Jesus of Galilee.” But he denied it before them all, saying, “I do not know what you are saying.” And when he had gone out to the gateway, another girl saw him and said to those who were there, “This fellow also was with Jesus of Nazareth.” But again he denied with an oath, “I do not know the Man!” And a little later those who stood by came up and said to Peter, “Surely you also are one of them, for your speech betrays you.” Then he began to curse and swear, saying, “I do not know the Man!” Immediately a rooster crowed. And Peter remembered the word of Jesus who had said to him, “Before the rooster crows, you will deny Me three times.” So he went out and wept bitterly.
“I don’t like this guy,” I thought. Betrayer! But is he so different from me? Myself argued with me. Me debated with I. Nothing was settled—after all, there I was near Peter, and not the Lord. So, I went to find Him. It took all night. My hours of careful inquiry in the darkness had led me to the house of Caiaphus, and from there to the king’s palace where the governor, Pilot, stayed when he was in the city. I didn’t have to wait long after sunrise to see Him come out surrounded by guards. I wish I hadn’t found Him. I didn’t want to see Him like that, and I don’t want to describe it. About His rejection, I assume, Jesus said to some women, “For if men do these things while the tree is green (innocent), what will happen when it is dry (guilty)?” I was overwhelmed by the cruelty and the depravity of people in authority, but I asked myself, “Am I that far from it, in my heart’s anger?”
Still, I followed Him. I scarcely could. They forced Him to carry a cross. Oh, Father God, not that . . . It was obvious what was coming. When He could barely struggle forward, they forced another unfortunate man man to carry it. They both staggered to the top of ‘the place of the skull’, Golgotha, a small rocky hill outside the city. I stayed on the road below to witness everything. I do not want to be the one to tell you all I witnessed. It horrifies me to this day. All I could think of, all that kept repeating in my mind was, “O God, You are near, You are Holy, I’m surrounded by Your glory . . .” I can tell you, because of what He did thereafter, I began to call Him my Savior and my Rescuer.
But I can testify about the things He said from the cross. Sound seems to travel downward well. First, He spoke to Father God, interceding for His murderers: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing.” Soon, He spoke to one of the criminals who had been crucified near Him: “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise.” Later, He spoke to His loved ones: “Woman, behold your son…behold your mother.” After it had been dark for hours, and as I was on my knees holding my face in my hands, He spoke to the Father once more, crying out in anguish: “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” How much more could He take? How much more could I? There was another long, agonizing wait before, in great distress, He spoke to everyone: “I thirst.” Soon after, to everyone again: “It is finished.” Then, to God Almighty, in a loud voice, a final: “Father, into Your hands I commit my spirit.” All those things, He managed to say for all of us to hear while in excruciating pain, barely able to catch a breath.
As soon as His final words left Him, I heard a deafening ripping sound coming from the direction of the temple. The earth shook violently. The “birth that shook the earth” had become the death that shook the earth. All I could think of, all that kept repeating in my mind was, “O God, You are near, You are Holy, I’m surrounded by Your glory . . .”
Matthew 27: 51-54 51And behold, the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And the earth shook, and the rocks were split. 52 The tombs also were opened. And
many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised, 53 and coming out of the tombs after his resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many. 54 When the centurion and those who were with him, keeping watch over
Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were filled with awe and
said, “Truly this was the Son of God!”
After all the chaos abated and His body had been taken away, I was in dismay. I no longer had anyone to follow. Certainly, no one equal to Jesus. I was in a state of numbness for days. Was it days or weeks? Then one morning I saw two of the women who followed Him running and saying something about an angel rolling the great stone away. “He is risen, He is risen!” they exclaimed joyfully. I had to follow them, but they were swift. When I caught up, they were up ahead on their knees holding a man’s feet as if in worship. I went closer and froze. It was Him! He was alive! How could this be? Well, He did give every indication that this would happen on the third day! He noticed me there, immobile with my hands outretched toward Him and He gave me a two-fingered wave. Once more, I was overcome.
I followed His disciples to Galilee to a mountain where He gave everyone a great commision. Then He said this: “I am with you always, to the end of the age.”
And I will follow Him until then because now I know how. His life showed me how. And He urged me to keep singing “O God, You are near, You are Holy, I’m surrounded by Your glory . . .”
Amen














