Father, I desire that they also whom You gave Me may be with Me where I am, that they may behold My glory which You have given Me; for You loved Me before the foundation of the world. O righteous Father! The world has not known You, but I have known You; and these have known that You sent Me. And I have declared to them Your name, and will declare it, that the love with which You loved Me may be in them, and I in them.
When Jesus had spoken these words, He went out with His disciples over the Brook Kidron, where there was a garden, which He and His disciples entered. John 17:24-18:1
Now in the place where He was crucified there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb in which no one had yet been laid. So there they laid Jesus, because of the Jews’ Preparation Day,for the tomb was nearby.John 19:41-42
Hear the word of the Lord, O nations,
And declare it in the isles afar off, and say,
He who scattered Israel will gather him,
And keep him as a shepherd does his flock.
For the Lord has redeemed Jacob,
And ransomed him from the hand of one stronger than he.
Therefore they shall come and sing in the height of Zion,
Streaming to the goodness of the Lord...
Their souls shall be like a well-watered garden
And they shall sorrow no more at all.
Then shall the virgin rejoice in the dance,
And the young men and the old, together;
For I will turn their mourning to joy,
Will comfort them,
And make them rejoice rather than sorrow.
I will satiate the soul of the priests with abundance,
And My people shall be satisfied with My goodness, says the Lord.
In preparation for Easter, we have again planted our little Easter Garden.
We keep it on the table and light it before dinner each night as we talk about the coming season. I think when my kids are older, we will follow more of a lenten schedule in these weeks before the celebration of our Lord's death and Resurrection, but for now, our garden is a good way to prepare. The kids are (of course) obsessed with the candles and can hardly stay in their seats at dinner for watching the flames sink into the small candles. But there is peace in the garden--even if that garden is contained in a small pot.
I think about the prayer Jesus prayed for us (for me!) in the garden with His death looming before Him.
I think about the garden where the risen Lord was mistaken for a gardener.
I think about the fact that His work makes my dry soul a well-watered garden, and I rejoice.
p.s. Stay tuned for tomorrow's list of blogs I frequent in answer to a question from a friend.